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"Obviously you are falling for me!" The tiny girl declared with shining eyes.

     AN EASY SMILE FOUND its way onto his lips as he glanced down towards a certain tiny Titan. What endearing words he was given, but he had thought that Altera was very much so from the beginning. She was hardly a frightening, world destroying entity when she barely reached his knees. ❝And how could I not fall for such a wonderful little lady?❞ With warm laughter soon after his own words, Arash bent down so he could lift Altera in his arms and nuzzle the top of her veiled head.

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drachenheld‌:

“I have not. This the nature of Servants, after all.” He says in a calm tone, turning around to get used to his surroundings. Even in fthe face of adversity, he remained composed. He turned, hearing the voice of the fellow Saber. He couldn’t notice at first glance that she was a bit nervous.

“I am only curious about what could have been the reason of my summoning, but nothing else… Or do you want me to ask you something on specific?”

“I see, you are that kind of person.” 

Shutting her eyes, perhaps it was best to drop this topic. 

There was no reason why Siegfried should be asking Altera any questions. She figured that since the Altera that he had an affiliation to was an offshoot of herself, he would hold questions for her but he didn’t. No, he seems to understand that she was a different person in general. 

“No, there is nothing you should ask of me, Dragon Slayer. I...” She bit her lip. “I apologize, I made an assumption out of you.” 

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       So, she was wanting to learn about Japan, was it? Inhaling deeply, the professor tried to prevent himself from frowning in front of her. She already seemed enthusiastic to learn, and he didn’t want to ruin such excitement due to his negative feelings toward Japan. “You see,” he began, trying to choose his words carefully while in the presence of a young one, “As any place, there are good and bad parts of it. I could not call it bad, necessarily.” Though he wanted to do so. He loathed Japan. The food, the culture, their stupid bridges and – All of it! The only thing he particularly enjoyed was their video games, having been quite the connoisseur for the last few years. Resting a hand upon her head, El-Melloi II gave a small nod.

       “Akihabara is good civilization. The rest of Japan is not.”  

Suddenly, the older man looks rather tired. It was a rather similar expression that Hakuno made as well whenever she has to deal with both Nero and Tamamo at once. Perhaps she asked the wrong question but he didn’t try to change the topic but instead answered her truthfully. 

Well, as truthfully as he wants to. Altera was not aware that this was all of his opinions after all. 

“I see, so Japan is bad civilization. I understand.”

“Aki..ha...bara?” Red eyes squinted. “What is Akihabara? A person? A place? Or a special dish?” She was back to starry eyes as she waited for the magus professor to continue on with his explanation. 

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"Arash! Trick or Treat! If you don't give me a treat, I'll play a nasty treat on you!" Says the tiny girl dressed up as a cute little devil.

     ❝YOU’LL PLAY A TRICK on me? Good thing I have some candy, huh? Sure wouldn’t that!❞ He grinned brightly, brown eyes alight with amusement as he bent down to her level and placed a small bag of candy into her hand. ❝I hope you have a happy Halloween, Little Miss! Hopefully before the day is over, you’ll have a whole room filled with candy! Be careful not to let Hakuno take too much of it though.❞ He gave her a wink, lifting his hand to ruffle her hair, the action throwing her horns off a little until he politely fixed it.

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"We are the same, are we not?"

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“If we are, then it must be lucky as much as it is sad,”   Ruler smiled softly at the other once she had heard her speak. Altera spoke as if they are both have gone through the same sadness. If that was true, then their fates were tragic beyond a single doubt. That’s why Beckford felt sadness circling in her chest when the other spoke out. Were they supposed to be Gods? Were they supposed to be bringing calamity to the world? Cardia didn’t know which one the other meant, but any example was heartbreaking. 

The chestnut hair was dancing like waves on her back as the wind was playing with it. Some locks were trying to get on her face, but Beckford made sure to tug them behind her ear. As the Homunculus turned to look at the fellow Servant, she spoke out again, her eyes showing nothing but kindness and sweetness. Some melancholy as well, but that was not the most important. 

“If we are the same, then we can be friends, right?”  What a sweet yet innocent inquiry. 

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ME TOWARDS ALTERA AND ARASH

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     ‘I’m scared.’ That was all that Arash needed to hear as his crimson bow disappeared from his hand. Altera need not offer any other explanation. From the moment he looked down upon her and heard her question, ‘are you here to eliminate me?’ he knew that she had felt afraid; truly and sincerely so. With that done, he pulled back the hood that had partially obscured his features, a smile greeting the young Altera soon after, and dark brown eyes soft and devoid of the intensity that had been present within them only moment’s prior. ❝That’s all I needed to hear. For all intents and purposes, the being you were before is dead. The one before me is a brand new person, and hence, can’t be judged the same way. You don’t have to worry. I won’t hurt you.❞ Stepping closer, he gently placed his hand atop her head.

     ❝You can stay by her side.❞

“..Eh?!” 

She was surprised that he was actually sparing her life. She was sure that he was ready to eliminate her due to the intense stare he was giving her. Perhaps she was losing her edge as a warrior since she was in child form. How quickly she wants to grow up and become useful to her Master and the other Servants around her. But instead, Altera was welcomed by a warm smile from a Great Hero and soon a gentle gesture. Cheeks heating up from embarrassment, the young girl was baffled for a moment before a soft smile and giggle left her. 

“You’re a kind Hero. Warm like the sun and gentle like the wind yet having that stern iron will like all Heroes have.” If she was in her adult cyberframe, Arash would definitely be Altera’s type, but that’s another tale for a different day. “Thank you, kind and gentle big brother.” She was still smiling. “My name is Altera. May I have your name?” 

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A summoning in the Moon Cell. It would not be strange for the Dragon blooded knight, for at least he knew that the information on the Throne of Heroes was used by the Moon as well. Of course, that doesn’t mean he knows the difference between the Moon Cell Altera and the Altera of the Earth.

“I see that is the case. Hope you don’t mind me just being here for the time being, until the reason I was summoned is revealed at least.”

He was much more reasonable than she thought he would be. No, in fact, he seems to be rather calm. “I see, you have no qualms about suddenly being summoned.” The warrior spoke to the Hero that slays the evil Dragon. Though, Altera herself wasn’t calm. No, in fact, she felt a little nervous being around this swordsman. 

“You are not asking me of anything, Dragon Slayer?” 

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       "To an extent, yes, I am.” In his time prior to being a Pseudo Servant, he had been a professor to young magi. Simply because he was in a different setting, in a different time wasn’t going to change that. “If you have any questions or there is something you want to learn, I am here to help.” Bending down to her height, El-Melloi II offered a gentle smile to the little one, a rare softness that few ever witnessed. She was much younger than the students he took on at the Clock Tower, much more excitable than those he remembered being in his class. There were a few that came to mind that might share her same enthusiasm, but he wasn’t bound to take a stern approach that he might have with them. 

       Head tilting, he raised a brow. “Civilizations? If you are speaking in a historical context, then I do. I know about the good and bad things that have occurred.” Unfortunately, he wasn’t entirely sure if that was what she meant.

“Then, then,” 

Her eyes were shining even more. There was so much to learn and so much to realize about the world, especially the history. Now that she was no longer the Vanguard of the Umbral Star, she can begin to appreciate the value of older civilizations. There different cultures that Altera would have to look at later but there is one that was pressing. Sometimes, she couldn’t tell if Nero likes Japanese culture or not simply because she’s always trying to fight against Tamamo. 

“Is Japan good or bad civilization?” 

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I LOVE MY SWEET CHILD, THE TINY KING OF DESTRUCTION

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erekhsha‌:

     SO, THIS WAS THE feared being he had heard much about, and yet, she did not have the presence of one he should deem a threat. In this form, she was but a child, her abilities significantly weakened in the process. Although SE.RA.PH could have summoned him to deal with a potential aberration, this was not why he was here. It was not for this reason that he had appeared before Altera now. It was curiosity to see her with his own two eyes and judge this entity bred for the purpose of destruction. Rather than answering her question, he asked his own. ❝Does the thought of elimination frighten you?❞ 

His question made her think, even if her body and mind is that of a child, she was still aware of herself as an adult. Looking up at the Servant that wields the bow, large ruby eyes stared at obsidians. The first thing that came to the young girl’s mind was clarity. He was looking at her, waiting for her, and weighing his judgment. It was all dependent on what she has to say.  

“In the past, it doesn’t scare me. Whether I was stopped or not didn’t matter, my death was already sealed.” She would have destroyed, crushed, and eliminate everything in her way. Absorb all of the mana of civilization around her and then eventually self-destruct. That was how she was designed. “...I see...that was in the past, now...yes. I’m scared.” Her eyes held fear and sorrow.

“I simply want to be by Master’s side.” 

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    The world around her changes and she notes the door that opens before her calling forth to her. She had rounded herself into the singularity with a want to know of herself. Seeking an answer only this place could give to her, although certain of what she was. Who, ultimately was a thing to herself she could not truly answer unto anyone.     Each even press of her heel would dig into the terrain below her. When it was, she came through the door. The shadows illuminated by a light that continued to disperse as she made way. Finally ended with her being granted stay and permission with  –   Her Maker .      Where Odin had been her father, the man who molded her existence into being. The individual before her had then been her Maker, the person who she was molded by. In essence they had once shared a slither of themselves with one another. Yet now she had been dead, being oft naught but a mere shadow. A replication made to by the Grail, brought before the other now with such a heavy conscious to pay mind over. ❝     You…. You are the one  –                                             I hold no fear, as I am not able to… A mere tool….     ❞        So she states, beginning at once to fall onto her knees with a slow and steady motion. She must bow before Gods that was oft what she remembered – yet what does one do? When to meet the essence of your own life? The Valkyrie did not think, she merely did what was natural. With her knees pressed upon the floor and her hands sliding against its surface. She herself was a Heroic Spirit, the being before her a living God. Who was she? To even think herself allowed to gaze upon her existence.

A tool. It was merely a single phase that the titan knew very well. She calls herself that. A tool for the Umbral Star. A doll shaped in the form of destruction. However, there was an ugly emotion bubbling in her chest. Anger. Disgust. And a wounded pride. Before she was a Hero, a proper Heroic Spirit, while she, trapped in the Zero Dark behind the Moon, was not. A mockery of a Heroic Spirit. She was not the Altera of the Earth after all. 

“Raise your head, Valkyrie.” 

Her warrior facet was showing. Her voice deep and stern. Her stare and voice resembling steel before the maiden. 

She reached out, wanting to touch the maiden to see what their connection is. But the White Titan stopped, her long fingers stopping a few feet away from the Valkyrie. She was trembling ever so slightly. Even with her warrior facet on, her core was still the same. She was terrified of touching this warrior before her. Altera knew, that even the slightest amount of pressure can hurt or perhaps kill. 

She pulled her hand back and returned to her posture of not making a single motion. Simply waiting for Brynhildr to make the first move. It seems that she was not here to attack her but simply wanted to speak. Pressing her lips, it seems that Altera is going to be one doing most of the talking. How perplexing but also exciting, it’s been a while since she had a conversation with somebody else other than her Master, generals, and the agent of the Umbral Stars. 

“I am Altera, the Vanguard of the Umbral Star. Your name, Valkyrie?” 

She was certainly familiar to her. Was she part of the blissful dream she had, during the life of the human Altera? 

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The purpose of the Saber Arthur Pendragon was one bisected from the Grail and the Throne; a Heroic Spirit cast adrift in the byways of space and time, to walk the worlds evermore – until his job was done.

During such times, the drifting intermittent of his manifestations were as some ephemeral dream to him, knowing only that, when he’d wake, wherever it may be, it would not be without purpose.

Having said that… His appearance here, emerging in a world of data and code, wrought forth by the cell of the Moon, was one that left him rather perplexed. Truly, here he was an abnormality more than he’d ever been; without Merlin’s guidance, he couldn’t fathom for what reason he’d been made manifest in this place.

With these words, standing now opposite of the King of Destruction, perhaps he may well have found it.

“…” Features obscured in the cast shade of his hood, hands resting together upon the hilt of his grounded sword, he spoke clearly. “I am Arthur.” 

He needn’t hide his identity here, least of all to one who knew the Holy Sword of the Planet – from a time before it’d left the hands of the fae, no less. Nor need he elaborate; to claim that name brought all the gravitas it implied.

“Who are you, who would know the form of my blade…?”

Arthur. Arthur Pendragon, the King of Britan. A famous figure in Arthurian mythology. The famous King of Knights that wield the holy sword, Excalibur. It does not take Altera long to connect two and two together. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her own sword before shutting her eyes. A decision must be made. 

No, a decision was never to be made in the first place. 

“There is no need to know this name of mine. That sword, no, that’s not right.” The form of the sword changes. There was no way that Arthur Pendragon could have been born 14,000 years ago. It was the Holy Sword of the Planet, after all, it blesses those who wield its holy shine. 

“That light is the enemy of the Umbral Star.” 

It must be taken down. 

“Leave, Holy Sword User.” 

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I’m gonna try to pump out a few drafts before my date with my BF.

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Whispers as I play Fate Extella Link and yell at a smol Attila.

I MUST PROTECT HER

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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALTERA AND “ATTILA” IS CUTE AND HUGE, I’M JUST LIKE, “AAAAAHHHH”

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wariixa‌:

⚔     “…”  Altera acknowledged the statement by this other her to be a positive one, but she did not smile. She continued to look on with muted suspicion in her otherworldly eyes, not having blinked for a few minutes at this point lest she remove her gaze from this… other.  “You were an unhappy dream for me.”    

Altera had not yet decided if this other Altera was bad civilization yet. If she was bad civilization, then did that mean Altera was bad civilization? No, no… nonsense. Altera was not civilization.

“Aah, I suppose I am.”

She also does not deny that fact. For the sake of her own sanity, she will refer to this one as Attila in her heart. She simply does not realize it, the freedom that she has obtained in her life. The goals that she can call her own. The legacy that she left behind, a name burned into the mind of human history and civilization. 

“Your dream and my dream have already ended.” 

As well as their stories.