How I Saved History (Fate/Grand Order SI)

[Delta Green]

... I am in AWE of Cu's sheer sexual mojo. Medusa? He managed to seduce MEDUSA?!

WOW.

Also, The Emperor Georgios is starting to flex his new phenomenal psychic powers teleportation abilities, seeing as while Flynn gave the order to mediate... he didn't use a Command Spell for it.

And he discovered the necessity of subtle trolling when you're the most powerful man to ever exist a saint.

 

[Charles Flynn]

... I am in AWE of Cu's sheer sexual mojo. Medusa? He managed to seduce MEDUSA?!

WOW.

Also, The Emperor Georgios is starting to flex his new phenomenal psychic powers teleportation abilities, seeing as while Flynn gave the order to mediate... he didn't use a Command Spell for it.

And he discovered the necessity of subtle trolling when you're the most powerful man to ever exist a saint.

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He was already there in astral form as Charlie's bodyguard. Along with Cursed Arm and Benkei (Cu gave him his shift, for obvious reasons.)

 

[Delta Green]

He was already there in astral form as Charlie's bodyguard. Along with Cursed Arm and Benkei (Cu gave him his shift, for obvious reasons.)

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Must you destroy the subtle (as the Imperial Guard) current of doubt I was sowing that it may indeed be Georgios turning ever more into the Emperor?

Curses.

 

[Darko]

Strategies form, albeit slowly, and, whenever we fire up the FATE system, I find myself silently praying that this time we'll get Fionn Mac Cumhaill.

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So Fergus isn't enough of a worry of the ladies of Chaldea complaining about sexual harassment, now you gotta bring in Peeping McGee in it for charges of voyeurism.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

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In the words of a significant number of the fanbase:

Oh, yes.

Two of the most attractive Servants in the franchise finally doing it.

"Was this union consensual?" he asks Medusa, who nods. "Then I cannot protest it. I will, of course, be happy to conduct the marriage ceremony."

"Marriage?" both Medusa and Euryale shriek, while the blood drains from Cu's face.

This… may have been a mistake...

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Is George just screwing with them, in a non sexual way of course, or is he serious?

Man, this seems like a fun opportunity to screw with him. Hell, all of the Cu's if you look at it like that. Tease Medusa as well for her new Harem of strapping young lads.

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If they summon Arjuna, or any of the other Pandavas, then the Cu's can get tips from them on how to share one woman, seeing as they were all married to the same woman themselves.

 

[caprica12]

"Oh. It's you. Splendid!" Hans Christian Anderson says as the light clears.

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They are going to be goblins together, and it's going to be beautiful.

"Servant Caster, True Name Geronimo,"

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Nice to see you again.

"Servant Archer, True Name Euryale,"

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You too! It's great to have you here!

"Is your version of Asterios still here?"

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Oh that is just too cute.

Oh, no.

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Oh yes. And also, hot damm!

"Marriage?" both Medusa and Euryale shriek, while the blood drains from Cu's face.

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Peak commedy. Also, I agree with Drako, we should have Arjuna giving marriage advice and we have one season worth of a sit-com.

"Janitor!" Jaguarman squeaks, face deathly pale. "Definitely janitor!"

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I love Taiga, but I guess Charles has got a sixth sense on how strong a Servant is, because I can't imagining him strong-harming a Servant otherwise. Or maybe the catsuit was incredibly good at making him lost respect on this one pretty much immediately.

 

[nick012000]

Does Jaguarman have any of Taiga's memories? Given that she's a high school teacher, she's got a university education, and that makes her more educated than like 90% of Servants at least.

 

[Darko]

Does Jaguarman have any of Taiga's memories? Given that she's a high school teacher, she's got a university education, and that makes her more educated than like 90% of Servants at least.

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True, but that education may not be all that useful in helping Chaldea.

They already have highly intelligent individuals, like Caesar and Da Vinci, to run things.

She's certainly better educated, but probably not as intelligent as some of them.

 

[Charles Flynn]

So Fergus isn't enough of a worry of the ladies of Chaldea complaining about sexual harassment, now you gotta bring in Peeping McGee in it for charges of voyeurism.



In the words of a significant number of the fanbase:

Oh, yes.

Two of the most attractive Servants in the franchise finally doing it.



Is George just screwing with them, in a non sexual way of course, or is he serious?



If they summon Arjuna, or any of the other Pandavas, then the Cu's can get tips from them on how to share one woman, seeing as they were all married to the same woman themselves.

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Voyeur he may be, Fionn Mac Cumhaill is still quite possibly the ultimate force multiplier, simply by providing perfectly accurate intel, and an unlimited supply thereof. If Charlie had him as a Servant, he would steamroll the Singularities.

And yes, Georgios is just trolling them.

 

[Darko]

Voyeur he may be, Fionn Mac Cumhaill is still quite possibly the ultimate force multiplier, simply by providing perfectly accurate intel, and an unlimited supply thereof. If Charlie had him as a Servant, he would steamroll the Singularities.

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So he's not going to get him because of his bullshit power.

He should at least get EMIYA for the best food in the world.

And yes, Georgios is just trolling them.

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Ahh, I wanted him to admonish Cu for not marrying Medusa.

 

[Charles Flynn]

True, but that education may not be all that useful in helping Chaldea.

They already have highly intelligent individuals, like Caesar and Da Vinci, to run things.

She's certainly better educated, but probably not as intelligent as some of them.

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She's a high-school English teacher. Seeing as there aren't any kids except Mash left alive, and everyone in Chaldea already speaks English, her particular education isn't all that useful here. Beyond that, though, she managed to push Charlie to the point where he snapped and decided, "Fuck it, I don't even care if this one kills me, I am one hundred and ten percent done with catering to these dead egotists' narcissism."

Fortunately for him, Jaguarman is a bit of a pushover when faced with a sufficiently intimidating employer. Thus, Chaldea's new janitor is an Aztec war god fueled by blood sacrifice, and a servant of the Jaguar Lord Tezcatlipoca.

 

[Darko]

She's a high-school English teacher. Seeing as there aren't any kids except Mash left alive, and everyone in Chaldea already speaks English, her particular education isn't all that useful here. Beyond that, though, she managed to push Charlie to the point where he snapped and decided, "Fuck it, I don't even care if this one kills me, I am one hundred and ten percent done with catering to these dead egotists' narcissism."

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Charlie can at least now tell his friends and family about the time he intimidated a war god.

And no one will believe him.

Fortunately for him, Jaguarman is a bit of a pushover when faced with a sufficiently intimidating employer. Thus, Chaldea's new janitor is an Aztec war god fueled by blood sacrifice, and a servant of the Jaguar Lord Tezcatlipoca.

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That's a sentence I'd never thought I'd hear, but I am not all that surprised to hear it.

Hope she doesn't have some of her Lords bad habits.

Seriously the guy seemed to like screwing with people just for the sake of screwing with people.



What are the chances of Charlie having Vlad help Jaguar Man fuel up with some application of his murder stakes on a bunch of people?

 

[Charles Flynn]

What are the chances of Charlie having Vlad help Jaguar Man fuel up with some application of his murder stakes on a bunch of people?

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About zero, all things considered. Even if Charlie could be talked into aiding and abetting blood sacrifice (a difficult prospect,) he'd still have to persuade Vlad . Mr. Jesus-is-our-one-true-Lord-accept-no-substitutes wouldn't exactly be keen on human sacrifice to fuel a pagan deity.

 

[Darko]

About zero, all things considered. Even if Charlie could be talked into aiding and abetting blood sacrifice (a difficult prospect,) he'd still have to persuade Vlad . Mr. Jesus-is-our-one-true-Lord-accept-no-substitutes wouldn't exactly be keen on human sacrifice to fuel a pagan deity.

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Charlie can do some morally dubious things, and Medea may be willing to perform some sacrificial rituals.

 

[Charles Flynn]

Charlie can do some morally dubious things, and Medea may be willing to perform some sacrificial rituals.

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Only if it serves the greater good, in Charlie's case. Jaguarman's not trustworthy or powerful enough in his eyes to justify crossing that many moral boundaries just to strengthen her.

 

[Darko]

Only if it serves the greater good, in Charlie's case. Jaguarman's not trustworthy or powerful enough in his eyes to justify crossing that many moral boundaries just to strengthen her.

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Well if they encounter Tiamat, I'm fairly certain Charlie will cross some boundaries to stop that thing.

 

[nick012000]

She's a high-school English teacher. Seeing as there aren't any kids except Mash left alive, and everyone in Chaldea already speaks English, her particular education isn't all that useful here.

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She'd still have knowledge of things like pedagogy and classroom management, even if her subject matter knowledge might not be terribly useful. She might be decent at teaching archery and swordplay, for instance.

 

[caprica12]

Well if they encounter Tiamat, I'm fairly certain Charlie will cross some boundaries to stop that thing.

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Oh, that's right, I fully expect the fight with Tiamat to be even more brutal that the canon one, without the impossibly nice Ritsuka to ease the way into that one. Not that being a Good Kid served much against a Beast.

 

[Charles Flynn]

Three weeks since America, including the week from Hell.

Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long for Roman to call a staff meeting.

"All right, everybody, thank you for coming," he says, walking into the room. "We have two major issues that need to be addressed here."

"I agree," Tom says, standing up. "And I say we discuss the Vlad situation first."

"Ah. That." I do my best not to shift uncomfortably. "I'm... aware of the issue."

"Are you?" Tom asks irritably. "He's been utterly deranged ever since you got back from that Stratford Singularity, especially with his new delusion that he's Santa Claus!"

"Yes… that would be awfully hard to miss." Ever since we got back, he refused to take his bloodstained Santa hat off. He also keeps insisting we call him Santa.

"Indeed," Roman interjects uncomfortably. "But, well... he's getting out of hand. He keeps asking people to sit on his lap and tell him if they've been good this year, and that's not even counting how he's loudly been announcing his plans to start impaling naughty children on stakes in order to inspire good behavior, instead of just handing out coal."

"Believe or not, I'm actually already on top of this one," I assure them with a grin. "Caesar and I are drafting out plans on how to save Christmas at the moment, we'll begin implementation in October."

"October?" Roman repeats with a raised eyebrow.

"Set up time is essential, Roman."

"Fine. Onto the next major issue: We've found the next Singularity."

"Alright!" I cheer.

"It's in Jerusalem."

"Always wanted to visit."

"And for some reason, it registers to our scanners as being utterly divorced from the normal Human Order."

"That's... less good."

"Can you get a team ready?"

"Sure. I've got a duty roster picked out." One complete with actual melee fighters.

"Good. We'll Rayshift you in tomorrow morning at eight."

"More than enough time," I say with a grin. "What year?"

"1273."

"Ah. The Crusades. Not exactly a time period I wanted to visit, but, if I must." I get up to go. "Anything else?"

"Not really."

"Then I'm off."

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The team is assembled: Cursed Arm, Georgios, Siegfried, Vlad, Billy, and Medea. Strong melee and ranged options, combined with a reliable stealth killer. Not as reliable as Serenity, but she's enough of a double-edged sword that I'd rather keep her in reserve.

"Alright, people. Let's go take Jerusalem." I grin. "Always wanted to say that. But no, let's just go save history instead."

"Sure thing, boss!" Da Vinci says from beside the Coffins.

"Wait, what are you doing here? You almost never send us off."

"I'm going with you!"

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" I snap. "You're the primary repairman for all of Chaldea. We quite literally cannot afford to lose you!"

"The same could be said of you, Mister Last Master."

"Trust me, if I could end Singularities by deploying Servants remotely, I would. You, on the other hand, don't need to stupidly risk your life!" I want a hot shower, dammit!

"And here I thought you'd be happy to have one of the people who've been tossing you into danger join you in the field," she says with a pout.

"On an emotional level, maybe that'd be appreciated. But I'm also not an idiot. You're a Caster. You work best on your home turf. Sending you out of said home turf is just a complete and utter waste, for no greater purpose than fulfilling your desire for cheap thrills." Okay, wow, might've been a little too harsh there.

She glares at me. "I'm going, or I turn your room's electricity off."

"Fine." Right. "Caster spot's filled. Teacher? You okay to sit this one out?"

"That's actually to my liking," Medea says with a small smile. "I'm rather tired of fieldwork, I must admit." She fixes me with a stern glare. "But, if you need me, don't hesitate to call me in. Understood, Apprentice?"

"Clear as crystal." I grin. "Alright, let's see... How about Cu? He's got speed and incredible combat prowess."

"Fine," Roman says from up at the console. "As long as he can get here quickly. We've already delayed quite a bit."

'Cu, get to the Rayshift Room. You're on the away team,' I send to Cu (Spandex Lancer.)

Once he's arrived, we file into the Klein Coffins, and the Rayshift's light bears us away.

 

[Darko]

She'd still have knowledge of things like pedagogy and classroom management, even if her subject matter knowledge might not be terribly useful. She might be decent at teaching archery and swordplay, for instance.

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Managing a classroom and Chaldea can be extremely different.

The Servants also are extremely skillful warriors that they don't need further training.

Though maybe the ordinary staff could benefit from some training.

 

[caprica12]

"I'm going with you!"

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This doesn't sound canon. Is this canon? DA VINCI WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Also, Camelot Singularity is here, baby! Mess me up with post-apocaliptic war crimes and political drama.

 

[Darko]

"Are you?" Tom asks irritably. "He's been utterly deranged ever since you got back from that Stratford Singularity, especially with his new delusion that he's Santa Claus!"

"Yes… that would be awfully hard to miss." Ever since we got back, he refused to take his bloodstained Santa hat off. He also keeps insisting we call him Santa.

"Indeed," Roman interjects uncomfortably. "But, well... he's getting out of hand. He keeps asking people to sit on his lap and tell him if they've been good this year, and that's not even counting how he's loudly been announcing his plans to start impaling naughty children on stakes in order to inspire good behavior, instead of just handing out coal."

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So he's basically become the Santa from Futurama, but more fleshy, well, ghostly.

Vlad: You have all been very, very naughty. Except for you Mash.

"Believe or not, I'm actually already on top of this one," I assure them with a grin. "Caesar and I are drafting out plans on how to save Christmas at the moment, we'll begin implementation in October."

"October?" Roman repeats with a raised eyebrow.

"Set up time is essential, Roman."

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Can't wait to see your plan Charlie boy.

Not as reliable as Serenity

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The first time you insulted Cursed Arm, despite everything he did for you, wasn't enough you damn BASTARD!?

 

[Charles Flynn]

The first time you insulted Cursed Arm, despite everything he did for you, wasn't enough you damn BASTARD!?

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Cursed Arm is an incredibly professional individual whose Noble Phantasm synergizes remarkably well with Charlie's general strategies. It's just that his Zabaniya has... a few weaknesses: it can't work against demonic spirits, and it can be thwarted by high enough Mana, Luck, or Magic Resistance. Consequently, against many Servants, it's a bit of a crapshoot. Serenity's Zabaniya, on the other hand, doesn't have the same limitations, and can be applied indirectly, as seen with Cu Alter and the poisoned cookies. This is an absolute godsend, because it means that you haven't tipped your hand with the ominous, skull-masked Assassin standing directly behind your target if the assassination attempt fails.

On the flip side, Cursed Arm's Zabaniya has one major advantage over Serenity's: He can't accidentally kill his own allies with it. Thus, why Charlie brings him along to meet his general assassination needs, and only really brings in Serenity for specifically planned-out assassinations.

 

[Limbo]

This doesn't sound canon. Is this canon? DA VINCI WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Also, Camelot Singularity is here, baby! Mess me up with post-apocaliptic war crimes and political drama.

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It's cannon. Da Vinci goes with MC-kun to Camelot.

 

[Potates]

"Ah. The Crusades. Not exactly a time period I wanted to visit, but, if I must." I get up to go. "Anything else?"

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Knights of the Round Table: You're unpure, time to die.
Diozy: My head ended upon the floor again?! MUDA MUDA!
Gramps: Though art annoying. Hand over thy head.
Bedivere: Wanna hear my sad backstory?
Flynn: ...I was not prepared for this.

 

[Charles Flynn]

"Y'know, I think I'd remember the Promised Land of Israel being a fucking desert," I note drily as I look out over the drifting sand dunes. All the Servants who could astralized fifteen minutes into our trek, leaving me with only Da Vinci and Galahad for company. "Da Vinci, are you sure the Rayshift dropped us in the right place?"

"Yes!" she snaps irritably, still checking her scanner. "And I'll thank you to stop questioning my work! And like I've been saying for the past hour, repeating the question every five minutes won't change the answer!"

"Well, not like there's much else to do, what with us having been left walking for hours over these lovely sand dunes in search of water that, in spite of your repeated assurances that it's in the direction we're walking, has thus far failed to appear!"

"Genius takes time! And besides, maybe this desert's very existence is a result of the Singularity's abnormal nature! Ever think of that, smart guy?"

"I'm with Flynn on this one," Galahad chimes in, joining in what has swiftly became our favorite pastime over the last hour of hiking through the goddamn desert: Bitching at Da Vinci. "The Rayshift team probably just screwed up the Rayshift and dumped us into an endless desert to die. It's actually a forgivable mistake! After all, it's not like they had a genius on hand to spot any errors! Because she decided that technical support was beneath her and tagged along to the front line!"

"You two really aren't letting that go, are you?" Da Vinci asks, her brow twitching irritably.

"Da Vinci, I have sand in my leotard, and every last piece of my armor is currently hot enough to fry an egg on. Flynn is as red as a lobster right now, and looks like he's about to flat-out die of heatstroke. I believe I speak for the both of us when I say that we are taking this particular grudge to our graves."

"Okay, seriously, is it really that bad?" Da Vinci asks plaintively. "Haven't I been your wonderfully supportive and helpful Da Vinci-chan most of the time? Can't you find it in your hearts to forgive me this one mistake?"

"One mistake?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. "You still haven't finished the piping because you got distracted halfway through and started building a submarine."

"I put in a request through Mash for you to find a way to make my armor cover my midriff three months ago," Galahad says, glaring at our guide. "You refused point blank because, and I quote, 'Your outfit is way cuter that way!'"

"But it is!"

"I could be eviscerated, Da Vinci!" Galahad snaps. "And beyond that, I don't want to look cute! I'm a man! Bad enough having to operate in a teenaged girl's body, having to be dressed like a stripper while I do so is just adding insult to injury!"

"You just can't appreciate my genius," Da Vinci says with a pout.

"No," I correct. "We do appreciate your genius. It's the only reason we put up with your personality."

Her jaw drops, and she looks to be winding up for a counterargument, when Georgios de-astralizes between us. "Okay, that's enough! I didn't want to leave astral form, but you lot have left me absolutely no choice in the matter. Now, we are going to spend the next five minutes in silence. Understood?"

"But-"

"SILENCE!"

"Yes, Saint Georgios," I mumble, feeling like a little kid.

We continue to walk on in silence.

Da Vinci is the first one to break it. "So, how'd you know about the submarine?"

"Hundred Face."

"I knew it! I told Roman you were using them as a spy network!"

"No- Well, yes, I actually am doing that, but that's not what I was talking about," I point at the band of skull-masked figures in black making their way over the dunes ahead of us.

"Oh!" Da Vinci smirks. "I told you that we're in the right Singularity!"

"Don't count your horses just yet," I mutter, and we get into position, and wait for the black clad mob to reach us.

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"Hassan-I-Sabbah of the Hundred Faces!" I call in greeting when they finally get into earshot. "May I ask what brings one of your rank and order into this desert?"

"Knowing my name will not leave me more well-inclined to you, toady of Ozymandias!" one of the personalities, the one carry a lumpy sack over one shoulder, shouts at me.

"I am no servant of Ozymandias," I assure her, already trying to parse out just which pharaoh she's referring to, there. They really enjoyed recycling that particular title. "I am the Master of Chaldea, and simply wish to know the lay of the land."

"A likely story," another of the personas sneers.

"I do have a character witness," I say mildly. 'Cursed Arm?'

He materializes beside me, leaving the various Hundred Faces reeling.

"Okay," the group's spokeswoman says after a brief deliberation. "I suppose it's possible that you're telling the truth."

"Thank you. Now, may I ask for an explanation as to this Singularity's condition?"

"Look, we can't talk right now!" the spokeswoman snaps. "We have to hurry, or-"

A flight of sphinxes catches up with them, and the Hundred Face collective chucks the sack at me and books it, leaving me to sort out this mess.

Once the monsters are dealt with, we turn our attention to the sack, whose contents turn out to be a woman.

"Flynn, we must aid her in returning to her home," Galahad says, dead serious.

"This feels slightly mission non-critical," I point out.

"Flynn, she is a damsel in distress. I can't just turn my back on her, it'd be unchivalrous."

"I dunno, she looks pretty peaceful sleeping, maybe she's fine with this, and can take care of herself."

"She was in a sack, Flynn, that is a very distressing circumstance to be in."

"Well, I mean, can you say from personal experience that being chucked in a sack and dragged off is unpleasant?" I ask, desperate not to delay the mission.

"Flynn." He gives me a look.

"Alright, stupid question. Are you sure she counts as a damsel?"

"Yes. Age and experience matter not. What does matter is that she is alone and helpless, and we can help her. What purpose does power serve, if not to help the helpless?"

"All right, fine, we can save her."

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When Sack Girl comes to, she propped up against a rock, with Galahad kneeling before her.

"Uh-huh-wha?" she yelps, seeming to become a great deal more awake all of the sudden. "What's going on? This isn't my room!"

"My lady, are you unharmed?" Galahad asks, his face a perfect mask of polite concern, complete with a small, charming smile. "We rescued you from the varlets that had taken you. Do you know where you are? Do you require any assistance whatsoever in returning to your home?"

"Aren't we jumping to conclusions, here? Are we entirely sure that this wasn't a result of perfectly justifiable motives?" I ask from behind him. "I mean, who knows, maybe she drowns puppies for fun, or something."

"I most certainly do not!" she snaps, her face flush with anger as she hops to her feet. "Now who are you people and what are you doing here?"

"We're Chaldea's away team, here to save human history," I say, my face dispassionate. Unlike Galahad, I'm not exactly keen on trusting Sack Girl at the drop of a hat. "Is that an issue?"

"You-I-" she flushes again. "You stand in the presence of the pharaoh Nitocris, peasant! You are permitted to bow, and offer up your thanks that I have chosen to grace you with my existence."

Right. She wants flattery? I'll give her flattery. "Most radiant one, whose will charts the rise of the sun and the flooding of the Nile, your most humble servant is pleased beyond what words can hope to describe to have not only been graced with the privilege of your incomparable existence, but also that you have chosen to appear before him. Indeed, the tale of your unimaginable beneficence shall be passed down to his children, and his children's children, and their children after that, that generations to come might know of their god-queen's benevolence."

Everyone stares at me for a second after I finish that spiel. Nitocris in particular looks about as flushed as I do, although I at least have the excuse of sunburn.

"V-Very well, peasant. I suppose, in the face of such just and judicious praise, and your honesty in acknowledging my magnificence, I will take your claims of having aided me as the truth. Come! I shall guide you to the temple of my Pharaoh, that you may be rewarded for your deeds."

"This humble one requires no reward, Pharaoh. The gift of your existence is already more than he deserves."

"You deserve what your pharaoh says you deserve!" Nitocris snaps. "Now come along."

'I had that,' Galahad grumbles over the mental link.

I start to follow Nitocris, but... why is everything spinning?

The last thought to cross my mind before I hit the sand is that Galahad might've had a point about the heatstroke.

 

[Darko]

"Y'know, I think I'd remember the Promised Land of Israel being a fucking desert,"

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Lots of places are shittier than the advertisements say they are.

I mean, people want to go to the old Wild West, but as Seth Macfarlene showed it's a shitty place.



Quite literary in some cases.

I don't want to look cute! I'm a man!

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Galahad you really need to drop that toxic masculinity, many men are held back by it.

Just ask this guy:



Like Spartacus said, the worst type of oppression is the one you inflict on yourself.

"All oppression must be ended, especially that which is self-directed! There can be no greater oppressor than one's own self."

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"No," I correct. "We do appreciate your genius. It's the only reason we put up with your personality."

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Like Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers.

feeling like a little kid

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Compared to him you are a little kid.

started building a submarine.

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Why do I get the feeling that this will be an important Deus Ex Machina sometime in the future?

Right. She wants flattery? I'll give her flattery. "Most radiant one, whose will charts the rise of the sun and the flooding of the Nile, your most humble servant is pleased beyond what words can hope to describe to have not only been graced with the privilege of your incomparable existence, but also that you have chosen to appear before him. Indeed, the tale of your unimaginable beneficence shall be passed down to his children, and his children's children, and their children after that, that generations to come might know of their god-queen's benevolence."

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My bullshit meter is going haywire right now.

Quickly, everyone evacuate before it blows!

The last thought to cross my mind before I hit the sand is that Galahad might've had a point about the heatstroke.

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The kiss of a beautiful woman shall wake him up.

And they have Nitocris with them so a kiss from her should do it.

She is a beautiful woman, who has animal ears for...reasons.

So any chance of Nero and Nitocris competing for Flynn's affections if they are both summoned in Chaldea?

 

[Silver W. King]

Welp, you just gave the pharaoh of self-esteem issues the biggest compliment she has probably ever heard. I hope you're ready.

 

[Limbo]

Charles Flynn, accidental ladies man.

 

[Illariai]

He forgot to turn his swag off before passing out, totally gonna end up covered in bitches.

Because you can't say that he had his swag on full blast right there.

 

[Darko]

Welp, you just gave the pharaoh of self-esteem issues the biggest compliment she has probably ever heard. I hope you're ready.

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He wasn't ready for Nero, so he may not be ready for this.

At least I hope he isn't, since I would find that funny.

Charles Flynn, accidental ladies man.

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Yeah, first Nero and now Nitocris.

Oh and can't forget that really... sexually charged moment between him Boudica when he explained Nero's downfall.

He forgot to turn his swag off before passing out, totally gonna end up covered in bitches.

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Now I really wanna see him covered in actual bitches, by which I mean female dogs.