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Help and Support / WYSIWYG doesn't like to work for some reason...
« on: September 04, 2013, 08:36:05 PM »
If anyone's curious about what I mean, I used the "Toggle View" button in my other recent topic, the Gundam story I posted last night. When I was viewing it in WYSIWYG mode, I pasted the prologue for my Gundam story and thought it would do fine, but I ran into some trouble nearly immediately.

Before I could post it, I was reminded by the system that I didn't give the thread a name yet, which absolutely sucks. So, after giving it a name, I looked at the post body and saw that it was screwed up still. I went back to work to fix the body of the message, only... well, by the time I fixed it, I had learned not to trust the WYSIWYG mode, mainly because I had been dealt a major disservice by it.

Does anyone know what's going on?

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Fanfiction / Gundam: SEEDed Chronicles of 00
« on: September 04, 2013, 06:16:12 AM »
Gundam: SEEDed Chronicles of 00
Story written by Xamusel
Original story written by UltimateGundamFighter… credit for the idea goes to whoever they are

Disclaimer: The original Gundam franchises used from this point on are owned by Sunrise and the individual studios run by said company. The Universal Century is registered to Yoshiyuki “Kill ‘em All” Tomino, the Cosmic Era timeline is registered to Fukuda (the bastard doesn’t deserve it), and the Anno Domini timeline (not the one we live in) is registered to Ikeda. Any other franchise that I use is owned by the respective company or individual that came up with the idea for each franchise. What I own is the plotline for this story and any original characters and Mobile Units that may be used (that I make myself). I also claim ownership for specific concepts in this story that will be explained in-story as it progresses. If, for whatever reason, you see the concepts used in a commercial franchise, then know that I made the product line for that commercial franchise, because I’m something of an entrepreneur like that.

GN-000: Origins

CE 65, Republic of Krugis

In the Middle Eastern country of Krugis, located somewhere around old Saudi Arabia and Iraq, gunfire could be heard coming from the decrepit ruins of a town that was the current site of a battlefield. The battlefield was littered with bodies from the local area and parts of Mobile Suits from the Republic of East Asia called Anfs. For all intents and purposes, it looked like this country was being adopted into another through war, and the war was between Krugis and the REA.

Actually, the war was between Krugis and its immediate neighbor, Azidistan. Azidistan was somewhere around old Iraq and Iran in location, but some power-hungry part of the government thought it was a good idea to invade Krugis, and this war only got worse with the use of child soldiers. Speaking of which….

“This battle is a holy war in the name of God,” spoke the voice of the leader of the child soldiers out of older radios that had been acquired for the group. Two such child soldiers were rushing towards an Anf that had suddenly noticed their positions, with the child soldiers raising their semi-automatic rifles and firing burst rounds at the Mobile Suit.

“We shall strike down the infidels who disrespect our traditions and lay waste to the land of God,” continued the voice of the leader, not really caring that almost all of the child soldiers were dead by that point, like the two from before that shall forever be obscured by history. The Anfs continued to march forward, looking for more enemies to slaughter in the battle, while the final child soldier lived on, panting behind a wall that was made available for shelter.

“We must not submit to the infidels,” sounded the leader, as a radio was carried on an older model of Mobile Suit as it fired on the invading army. Eventually, an Anf destroyed another of the older models near the remaining child soldier’s position, causing her to run away from her hiding place and fire her semi-automatic rifle at a target that was giving her trouble before an explosion from behind her forced her into the air a bit before landing on the ground a few meters in front of her.

“By dying in battle, we shall be led into the presence of God,” the leader finished his broadcast for the time being, while the child soldier moved away from the Anfs that were in front of her, taking further shelter behind a different wall. As she sat behind the wall, her messy black hair and tanned skin complementing each other to accent her natural beauty, she moved her head up to show her cold brownish chestnut eyes, cold from the effects of living as a child soldier, and colder still because of the lack of love in her life that lead to this.

‘In this world, there is no God!’ That thought was that of one that had been freed from brainwashing by a supposed religious fanatic, one that was leading children like her to die in a false holy war. When images of her and her brother, Qutan Ibrahim, flashed through her mind, she felt the pain of losing him still to this day, mainly because of the link that they had as twins. Saleema Ibrahim was not going to distract herself for long, however, as missiles could be heard from nearby launching from another of the older model of Mobile Suits. As the missiles hit an Anf, the targeted Anf turned its attention towards Saleema’s position, firing a 30mm machine gun from under the head unit in her direction.

Saleema, as if by divine grace or something else, knew that she needed to duck to avoid the shots. As soon as she dodged, the wall behind her got holes in it, all because of the machine gun. With that barrage done, she ran away from her now exposed position, letting her live to fight some more.

“This battle is a holy war in the name of God,” spoke the voice of the leader one more time. It was as if he didn’t care what happened to his army one whit.

Saleema, though, thought once more, ‘in this world, there IS no God!’

“We shall strike down the infidels who disrespect our traditions and lay waste to the land of God,” was the last bit from the leader of this army that was ever heard by Saleema or anyone else, as Saleema ran through the town and did her absolute best to survive. Machine gun fire followed really close to her from behind, as she dodged all the bullets and made it to another enclosed space, but one that had given her a view of outside the space. When movement was caught out of the corner of her right eye, she turned her head to see that an Amf had noticed her position in the city, making her shrink back in terror as she felt death come close.

With the machine gun lowered and ready to fire, it seemed that the pilot would kill her then and there, only for a purple beam of energy to pass through the top of the head and permanently disable the Anf. Saleema saw this act happen, though she almost didn’t believe that similar beams of energy had fallen to crush her enemies, which caused her to stand back up and aim her semi-automatic rifle in seemingly random directions until she decided to look up. What she saw amazed her….



CE 68, Copernicus City on the Moon

In a park near the residential block of the Lunar City, two friends were parting from each other’s lives for what seemed like an eternity, both of whom were far removed from the conflict that was brewing in the Earth Sphere. The friends, one of whom had Ultramarine hair and Emerald Green eyes, wearing a green beret and a green sleeveless sweater over a white long-sleeved shirt with dark brown pants and black shoes, the other having Chestnut hair and Amethyst Purple eyes, wearing an aqua green dress shirt and dress pants with brown shoes, were named Athrun Zala and Kira Yamato respectively. Athrun was standing in front of his friend with a mechanical bird on the palms of his hands, saying to Kira, “The PLANTs and Earth will see eye to eye. There will be no war.”

As he offered the mechanical bird to Kira, Birdy hopped over to the hands of its new owner, who graciously accepted the bird with a sense of completion in their eyes. When Athrun made sure that his friend would never leave the bird alone, he continued to say, “The Evacuation doesn’t mean a thing.” Thinking for a bit, he asked, “You’ll join me in the PLANTs, right, Kira?”

Kira, while appreciative of Athrun’s gesture, said to him, “Athrun, you know full well that my parents won't let me go out on my own, so it would be nearly impossible for me to join you in the PLANTs.” Drooping her shoulders and head at the thought, she continued, “Besides, I’m not interested in telling you something like ‘I told you so’ in the event that a war breaks out.”

Athrun, while he could understand where she was coming from, noticed something again about her. With that, he asked, “Kira, are you sure that you hit puberty already? Your voice isn’t any deeper than it has been, and--”

Kira, hearing what was being implied, immediately blushed and karate chopped Athrun on the head for that. As for Birdy, it was smart enough to know that Kira was about to do that, so it took off in the air for safe measure.

Before Athrun could ask what that was about, Kira grabbed a hold of the front of his shirt and brought him closer to her, saying in his face, “You better listen to me, Athrun, as I won’t say it again. My puberty caused a lot of issues to arise that would involve me needing to change my underwear at least once more in a day per month, as well as an uncomfortable weight on my chest to appear by the time I’m an adult, and that’s not even the half of it, Athrun! I suggest that you stay away from me in situations like that, and learn that I’m able to be pissy when I don’t want to be, got it?!”

Athrun, for once, finally got the clue as to why Kira was like this. As he nodded frantically, Kira let him go, allowing him to breathe a little better than before. It was at that moment when Athrun remembered the time, saying to Kira, “I hope to see you again, Kira-chan. I have to get going, but I will see you when you are less cranky.”

Kira, even though her blush from earlier had receded completely, blushed again at the nickname that Athrun gave her before she smiled and nodded her head while saying, “Sure, Athrun. I’ll hold you to it.”With that, two friends walked away from each other, Birdy following its new master to where her parents were waiting for her. Little did either of them realize that they would see each other again sooner than they thought… in the middle of a battlefield.



December 25th, CE 70, L1 Area

Within a controlled sector of space, the OMNI Enforcer was making sure to keep its colonies safe and sound from the soldiers of ZAFT, in the off-chance that ZAFT was going about destroying colonies again. This ceasefire they were having was only a small reprieve from the conflict at hand, true, but it was better than nothing. There was no way something like an explosion would occur that would--

Suddenly, in an empty spot in the colony positions, an explosion did occur. What was originally nothing but empty matter soon unveiled a colony that wasn’t there before, one that looked like it belonged anywhere but L5, where the PLANTs were located.

Within a ship of the Agamemnon-class line that was in the area, the Chester Nimitz, the ship’s sensor officer was busy looking for the colony’s registration info. Upon finding nothing of the sort, he panicked visibly, knowing that this was supposed to be impossible.

It was at that moment that the ship’s captain and the fleet admiral that based his operations off of the Chester Nimitz came into the bridge. Upon seeing the panicking sensor officer, the captain floated over to the man’s station and asked, “What’s the problem? Is ZAFT in the area?”

The sensor officer shook his head, before pointing at the unknown colony through the viewport. The captain followed his gaze and saw the colony, before turning back to the man and saying, “I know there’s a colony there, but what about it?”

The sensor officer finally got a chance to breathe before he blurted out, “CHECK MY STATION, SIR!” With that, he left to return to his quarters, barely hearing the gasp of shock that came from the ship’s captain as he opened the door.

The admiral, not one to be left in the dark, floated over to the station itself and saw that this impossibility was happening in front of his very eyes! His eyes bugging out, the admiral rushed over to his seat and issued over his phone as a fleet-wide message, “ALL HANDS, LEVEL 2 BATTLESTATIONS! WE HAVE AN UNKNOWN BASE OF OPERATIONS THAT COULD BE HOSTILE TO US! PUT ALL SPACE FLAGS AND MOEBIUS UNITS ON STANDBY!”

Upon finishing the broadcast, the admiral hung up his phone, leaving people to wonder what all was going to happen while they did their duties. In truth, the men and women aboard the Chester Nimitz and the rest of the fleet were about to be in quite a shock, especially at what the first possible transmission they’d receive from the colony would be.

It was fifteen seconds before the scheduled time to launch all Mobile Weapons when the transmission came through, with a clear broadcast on all channels saying in perfect English, “Good morning, and Merry Christmas, Industrial 8. We know it might seem to be close to two months early, but we have succeeded in testing our first ever hyperdrive system, so keep in mind that this star system’s time is ahead of the UC by eight weeks.”

Knowing that confusion would occur without proper introductions made, the admiral checked the launch schedule, sighing with relief that the schedule was pushed back by three minutes because of this mess. Picking up his phone again, he issued another fleet-wide message, saying, “All hands, false alarm! We just have extra-solar visitors that are most likely unaware of the situation here. Let me deal with the situation in person, so as to keep things from going out of hand.” With that, he hung up his phone one more time before heading out to the shuttle that would take him to this Industrial 8 colony.

It took the admiral a few minutes, but he was permitted to enter the port, which wasn’t trouble in any way. When he entered port, the admiral was thoroughly shocked to see that the colony wasn’t expecting combat to arrive, which seemed to be a pleasant surprise if one were to forget that there was a war going on. However, the actively fit admiral shook his head, clearing his mind of the distractions that would occur.

By the time the admiral got to the entrance to the colony itself, he was greeted by a middle-aged man wearing a purple formal business suit with a green tie, who extended a hand in greeting and said, “Welcome to the Industrial 8 colony. My name is William Faulkner. I am the mayor of this colony, sir.”

The admiral returned the gesture of greetings and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet our first extra-solar visitors, Mayor Faulkner. I am Admiral Lee Roberts, of the Earth Alliance Forces Atlantic Federation branch of the space navy.” Releasing the handshake, the admiral further said, “Welcome to Planet Earth. May I ask why your first transmission included the term UC?”

Mayor Faulkner’s eyes visibly widened at hearing the name of the planet, before he asked, “Your planet is also called Earth?” Upon seeing a confused look in Admiral Lee Roberts’ eyes, the mayor calmed down before explaining, “We also come from Earth, but not this one. As for the UC, that’s short for our calendar system, the Universal Century.”

The admiral nodded his head to show his understanding, before saying to Faulkner, “Over here, our calendar system is the Cosmic Era. It’s probably going to confuse your citizens of this colony if they ever decide to leave here for seeing the rest of the Earth Sphere, but we’ll do our best to help out, considering that there’s a war going on since Valentine’s Day this past year that started because of terrorists attacking two different places.”

Faulkner felt that there was more to it than just terrorists, but he didn’t want to pry into the national secrets of his guest, even if these secrets weren’t really known to the admiral. Still, as the man didn’t want to be rude to military anywhere, he said, “Might I offer you some hospitality while we discuss the arrangements for our being here? I’m certain that we’ve caused quite a stir in your Earth’s war plans quite unintentionally, and I want to make sure we don’t cause something by accident.”

Roberts nodded his head, before pulling out his radio and activating it, saying into it, “Jonahson, do you read me?”

It took a moment, but the captain from earlier, Jonahson, replied, “This is Jonahson. I read you, Admiral.”

“I’ve been invited to discuss arrangements for Industrial 8 to be here, and I accepted the invitation. Don’t let anyone from BC attack the colony, as these people don’t need that happening to them.” Roberts heard the affirmative from Jonahson before he turned off his radio and put it away, letting Faulkner lead him to the nearest restaurant where they can discuss how to integrate the colony to the area for the time being.

When they arrived at the restaurant, which happened to be a Pizza Hut, they were surprised that it was open for business, and that a young teenage boy, with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a white shirt underneath his blue denim coat, which had a logo for Anaheim Electronics (which Roberts later learned was a Mobile Suit manufacturing company that had an Industrial College on Industrial 7) on the left side of the zipper, blue denim jeans and brown boots, was entering ahead of them while muttering to himself, “Today doesn't feel right somehow, I just know it!”

When the boy made it to the counter, he asked the clerk, “Do you guys still have that opening for pizza delivery?” Upon getting a positive answer, he produced some papers that were job application sheets, saying, “I had to fill in all the details that I could, though if I missed anything, I could have Professor Bankcroft back on Industrial 7 help me fix that.”

Upon hearing that statement, the clerk asked the boy, “You mean you don’t know, Banagher?”

Banagher Links blinked his eyes and asked, “Know what?”

The clerk was spared from answering as Roberts and Faulkner came up from behind him, the mayor saying to Banagher, “This may come as a shock to you, but the hyperdrive system was a success, hence why we’re still alive today.”

Upon hearing that, Banagher turned around to face the mayor, before seeing the Admiral with him and studying the details of the uniform. When he realized that the uniform wasn’t for the Earth Federation, he then remembered that the mayor said something about a hyperdrive system. When he thought of what he was going to say, he asked, “Mister Mayor, do you know where we are in the galaxy? I mean, for all we know, this star system could have more than one moon orbiting this planet, and the only humans in outer space managed to be away from some sort of mystic continent that hasn't made any true progress in science all this time.”

Meanwhile, in the dimension in question, everyone in the continent of Halkeginia sneezed before the Familiar Summoning Ritual could begin for the school year.

Back in the proper dimension, Roberts looked Banagher in the eye and said to him, “Young man, this planet is another Earth, one with a different calendar system.” Ignoring the gasp of surprise, Roberts continued, “I would be more than willing to see to it that you don’t need to pay for school, seeing as this place might become a hotspot for conflict. I’ll see to it that you get moved over to a colony in L3 where you can be safe from the war that’s going on.”

Banagher, despite wanting to believe this was a joke, could feel the truth from those words. He never experience war before, and he didn’t want to start now, especially since he was far removed from Industrial 7. With that, he said to the admiral, “I’ll go to this school, but I’m still a student at Industrial 7. I need to make sure people aren’t all that worried about me, honest.”

Little did Banagher know what this school would be like, and that he and his new friends would be drawn into the war, whether they liked it or not.



A/N: Honestly, this was something that had been bugging me to write it for a while now, especially since reading UltimateGundamFighter’s version of the story (which, for those of you unaware, doesn’t have female Kira or female Setsuna). I honestly won’t take credit for the idea for this story, it was his to begin with, people.

By the way, before anyone asks, I labeled the prologue that way on purpose. Yes, this is the prologue, and, no, I won’t spoil why I labeled it this way. It was meant to be a joke that those in the Gundam fandom would get.

Mecha profiles will appear when I actually get to all the mecha… which will start in the first actual chapter. I’ll make sure to keep things original for when it’s needed.

Alright, now, off to the next chapter for me!

Until we meet again… farewell.
~Xamusel


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Edited to be able to match formatting for the forum. It was a pain to fix this up, I tell ya, a right pain in the ass.

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Edited again because of someone else's comments on another site that made me research better.

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Fanfiction / Shirou Quest
« on: August 18, 2013, 12:27:25 AM »
Shirou Quest
Story idea by Xamusel

A/N: Okay, this is the second time I've tried to write this story, and the first time was a horrid mess that I failed to see how it would work. I guess I'd better make it absolutely clear that I'm not going to tolerate this from myself any longer, so don't get it into your heads that I'll be doing this with no plan in my head whatsoever, as there actually is a plan in there this time.

Anyway, better make it clear that Shirou will be somewhat a blank slate at the beginning, namely in regard to his potential love life (and quite a few other things). It'll be up to you guys to determine who Shirou ends up with, what he does with his life, and even if he dies in the story.

Oh, one other thing, no way in hell will Heaven's Feel route happen if Sakura is chosen early on. I even have special plans for what happens to Zouken to prevent the Heaven's Feel route.

Er, anyway, this story will be a crossover to some degree. If I were to be honest with myself, it would be a massive multi-crossover without restrictions, but I know that I need to keep restrictions on this. Therefore, when the first choice comes around, you can get an idea for what I intend to do regarding the crossovers.

Of course, I'll do what I can to be subtle, but it'll be obvious enough that something wrong will happen overall. My philosophy on this matter is that "if one gives Frodo a lightsaber and Jedi training, then give Sauron the Death Star and everything else that makes Palpatine a threat, including the Sith Lord stuff".

Also, expect OCs to appear, though it will only depend on the crossover that gets chosen. I'll give a list of the people that are canon and the people that are fanon when the time comes.

Now... time to start the story.




It was a decidedly freezing night, according to the weather report I watched with my family in Fuyuki City, so my parents had me stay inside the house near their line of sight. Somehow, that seemed like a good idea at the time, but I wanted to play in the cold for once. It's not like I would end up caught in a fire that would engulf a good portion of Shinto... right?

Still, I'm six years old, I should have some autonomy of my own. I'm a big kid, not a baby like my little brother, who steals all the attention from Mom and Dad like normal. However, even I know that there would be problems with doing stuff like opening doors that have doorknobs too high for me to reach, though I made sure to be as careful and as quiet as I can.

...hey, do you know how tough it is to open a door when you're as young as I am? Let me tell you, it's really tough!

Anyway, this cold mid-January night was just perfect for me to practice things better, like how to stand up to bullies! It forced me to have a steady mind while I prevented myself from getting really sick, all by using a trick my Gramps taught me when he was last in town, the ability called the Soul of Ice Fire. According to Gramps, this ability was meant to keep one at a consistent body temperature all the way through, though it did have a side-effect of making it seem like I had a fever when I honestly didn't.

Now, I go into town, wearing the clothes my parents would have expected me to wear in the cold should I be in their line of sight. Of course, there's no way that I'll be staying in their line of sight, at least while I go to get my practice in as a defender of the weak! The weak are everywhere in the city, especially with the rising threat of crime all around both towns that make up Fuyuki, and I have to do what I can to stand up for those that are weaker!

Now... it's a good thing that I have an idea what I should do with my time. If it weren't for the fact that I know what I'm going to do, this would be a bad night to be out, regardless of the circumstances.



I had made it to the bridge that connects the two parts of the city together and crossed it. Now that I'm over in Miyama, I can safely say that there aren't any threats in the city so far, though it would seem more like the threats don't know how to take me seriously. It just seems odd that the threats don't recognize me as someone to take seriously, someone that lives in the town to protect it from harm, but I can't practice if I don't stand up to bullies or criminals in any way!

Now that the search for threats is half-way over--

Th-THUMP!! Th-THUMP!! Th-THUMP!!

I suddenly pause on one of the sidewalks. That sounded like a heart beating, but I don't really know if it was my heart beating or someone else's from somewhere else in this part of town, though it sounded too close for comfort.

Shrugging it off after a bit, I continue down my walk to find threats--

Th-THUMP!! Th-THUMP!! Th-THUMP!!

I paused again, only a meter after I continued the walk. I couldn't believe it. A threat was coming around and I had to face off against it! This was a dream come true!

Still, I didn't know where to go look for the threat, unless I were to make it to the crossroads up ahead. Then again, I probably should go home, as this is no place for me to be right now.

As if some divine entity was telling me to go ahead and face the threat, a bounded field activated behind and around me, which would normally be to keep interlopers out. Now that the way home's out of the question, I have to go forward, regardless.

Soon enough, I make it to the crossroads, so that I can see my options ahead. To my left, there's a young woman with blonde hair that looks like she needs help against... wait, is that a dragon?!

In front of me, there's a girl closer to my age that has either black or dark brown hair facing off against... hold on, what's a golem doing at that small of a size and in town?!

To my right, there's another girl, one that's a year younger give or take than the one in front of me, with similar features to the one in front of me doing her best to face off against... okay, the fact that it's an adult man with a sword of fire doesn't put me off in the slightest for some reason.

Off to the side of the woman fighting the dragon is a young boy that is holding some sort of Shepard's staff and reciting some sort of spell that I couldn't follow, mostly because it's in a different language, one that I'm unfamiliar with. Behind the golem in front of the girl in front of me, there was a strange man that looked like a bishop, though I could tell that he was no bishop as he gave the golem orders of what to do. Laying against a wall near the other girl, there was a man that was trying to stop the bleeding from the sword of fire having inflicted wounds on him, having a pair of katanas off to the side that seemed to have been through worse than what the man had put them through today.

Th-THUMP!! Th-THUMP!! Th-THUMP!!

Well, now that I weighed my options, I have decided that--

  • I'll go help the young woman and the spell-casting boy against the dragon
  • I'll do what I can to stop the golem with the girl around my age
  • I have to stop the swordsman that's threatening the younger girl



A/N: Alright, this is the first part of the prologue, which will be updated in another post as soon as possible.

Now... anyone interested in voting?

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Fanfiction / Things That Annoy You in Fanfiction
« on: July 26, 2013, 07:08:51 PM »
Something I'm migrating from Beast's Lair, because I thought the discussions needed to be brought here for good reason, considering that it's something that needs to be brought here.

Here's an example of something that can be said here, as it's my opinion, not something I consider factual in everything:

Spoiler for Xamusel's example of what annoys him in fanfics:
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Y'know what? I hate it when people seem to think that they don't have any need for improvement in writing. There's no such thing as "perfect" in this life.

Also, I'm partially guilty of this myself, but I hate it when a fanfic follows an anime word for word. Reason why I am partially guilty of it is because I'm trying to put in a framework for the different changes that are being made in my particular story, but in order for me to do that, I need to have some semblance of the original work before I write in the changes.

I hope that explains what I'd like to see in this thread.

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Fanfiction / Xamusel's Oneshot Thread
« on: April 16, 2013, 02:46:40 AM »
So I started this on Beast's Lair, with the hope that I'll be able to learn how to scale chapters better, or something like that.  Hopefully you guys can comment on this here.

Lancer’s First Modern Booze
Story written by Xamusel

It was a cold winter’s night in Fuyuki.  Snow was not expected to arrive in the area because of weather patterns around the city.  Well, not like it really mattered to anyone in the Copenhagen bar, they were busy drinking and making right fools out of themselves for the most part.

At the counter itself, a man with blue hair and red eyes, wearing a blue sweat suit and sneakers, and a woman with purplish red hair and eyes, wearing a brown business suit and black business shoes, were sitting and trying to enjoy a good spot of alcohol before they went off to the Kotomine Parish to register for the Fifth Holy Grail War.  These two, Servant Lancer, real name Cu Chulainn or Sentanta, and Bazzet Fraga McRemitz, were supposed to work together to win the omnipotent Holy Grail hiding in the land.  However….

“Bazzet, I’ll be honest, the food’s good, but the booze smells like someone pissed in it!”

Yeah, Lancer was complaining about the beer, and to a woman that did not want or need to hear that comment.

“Could you please keep the comments about modern beer to yourself?  I’m sure that not everyone would appreciate what you just said,” Bazzet replied with a tone that said something along the lines of ‘keep yapping and you’ll be forced to drink this every day for the rest of your new life’.

Lancer, to his credit, was able to get the message.  Before he could comment on something else, he had a sudden burst of inspiration that he didn’t know would work.

Bazzet, seeing the look on Lancer’s face, couldn’t help but mentally groan at the look on her Servant’s face.  With a sigh, she asked, “Okay, I’ll bite, what are you thinking of?”

Lancer, hoping to impress his Master, asked in a quiet voice, “Tell me, did anyone ever attempt to Reinforce booze by now?”

Bazzet had a look of confusion on her face as she answered, “No, not to my knowledge.  Why do you ask?”

Lancer’s face was the epitome of giddiness with that answer.  He immediately yelled to the bartender, “OI!!  Barkeep, we got a magic show involving booze coming up!  Be prepared to serve the customers extra drinks on us!”

That had everyone looking at Lancer like he had grown a second head or something similar.  This remained that way for five seconds, until one unlucky gentleman dared to ask, “What’s that got to do with a magic show?”

Lancer immediately answered, “Simple.  I’m providing a magical opportunity to get better booze from the piss you call beer!”

Before a bunch of booing could occur, Bazzet’s facepalm was heard across the room, making everyone else look at her in confusion.  Bazzet, in the meantime, was muttering angrily, “Lancerrrr….”  Finally, after a few moments of feeling that the patrons were staring at her, she removed her hand from her face and sighed.  With the bar’s attention now on her, she said in exasperation, “Alright, fine.  You’ll get your magic show now, but only for tonight, no exceptions!”

With that, a chorus of cheers erupted from the patrons, as everyone was hoping for some good beer for once.

XxX

After the magic show involving free beer for all the patrons but Lancer and Bazzet, the duo from Ireland were walking along to the Kotomine Parish, all the while feeling a bit of tension in the air between them.  Because they were a fair distance away from the Parish proper, Lancer felt that he needed to do something to salvage the situation, although he wasn’t sure how to do that at present.

Suddenly, inspiration hit Lancer again as they were about to pass a nightclub, with a sign catching Lancer’s eye:

Free Admission, Free Choice Of Song, Free Vodka

Noticing that Lancer had become sidetracked, Bazzet was about to remind him to continue onwards to the Kotomine Parish when she saw that he entered the nightclub, making her fume with anger at the thought that her childhood hero was becoming a danger to women around the whole city by trying to seduce women at a nightclub.  As she went into the nightclub as well, she thought to herself, ‘Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if he’s even taking this slightly seriously!  I’ll be a laughing stock for this, and so will Lancer, considering that he’s connected to me presently.’

Eventually, she found Lancer talking to the DJ, making her slightly wonder what he was doing until she squashed the thought from her head.  As soon as that happened, she marched on over to Lancer and prepared the runes on her gloves to give him a world of hurt, though the action didn’t go unnoticed by the Servant.

After saying “excuse me for a bit” to the DJ, Lancer turned to face Bazzet and said to her, “Glad you could make it.”  Before she could retort, Lancer turned his head to the DJ and asked him, “Is it ready yet?”

The DJ, aware of Lancer’s plan, replied, “Yep, the song’s ready for everyone here!  Want me to get the groove going on?”

Lancer, smirking dangerously at that, answered, “Yes, sir!  Go and HIT IT!!”

With that, the DJ started playing the first song of the list, the song “Finnegan’s Wake”.  As Bazzet was less angry now than before she started hearing the Irish jig, she felt the need to dance because of Lancer’s idea, but then a bottle was tossed to her via Lancer.  As soon as she grabbed it, she looked at the label and saw it was vodka.  Before Lancer could make her drink, she asked him in an angered tone, “Are you trying to kill me by alcohol poisoning?!”

Lancer’s response was simply to open the bottle for her and help her drink the stuff.  That was all that was done between them before inhibitions were lost.

XxX

At the Parish itself, Kotomine Kirei suddenly felt that his plans had been shot to hell, by Lancer no less.



Well, that certainly was a thing.  I don’t know if you guys would like the idea, but it’s done and I am going to be looking for a challenge to work on after this.

Stuff below is a spoiler because I wrote this originally for Beast's Lair and I don't want it to make a mess of this forum if it were unspoiled.


Spoiler for Hiden:
I’ll admit that the part about booze tasting like urine was taken from thirdfang’s Nasu story, but Velsper gave me the basis to work with for this oneshot.  I don’t know about you guys, but I think this was a bit of a strain on me for writing stuff within a set wordcount, namely within 1,000 words.

Now, it’s late, and I need to go to bed now.  I’d like it if Leo could give me the next oneshot of the thread as a reply to this, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to go onto IRC to ask him over there, due to my habit of ignoring IRC for weeks on end at worst.

Total wordcount of the story?  1,000 words.  Total wordcount of the document that I’m using for this?  1,180 words.

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