The Century War of Wyverns, Part 3: Jeanne's Mystery
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Cris: Finally! Today we get to reveal all of Jeanne's mysteries! Like, did you know she has a-
Jeanne: Not me, the servant! Anyway, no content warnings on this one, so please enjoy!
Kat: We meet our first servant of the singularity, and come up with a plan to take down the bad guy! This one's pretty short, but we'll get to the good stuff soon!
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Jeanne Lily: As you have guessed, I am indeed a Servant, Lancer class. My true name is Jeanne d’Arc. Now, I ask you: how did you know I’m a servant?
April (Kat): We can sense those kindsa things.
Jeanne Lily: We?
Kat: <Oh no>
April (Kat): Yes! When I said we, I meant… Chaldea! They’re good guys! Here, you can meet my boss!
Da Vinci: Hello April. Is everything okay? It’s awfully late for a call.
As soon as Vinky’s hologram popped up, Jeanne kinda flipped out. She started pointing her spear at her and poking it with the tip. Thank goodness it was just a hologram!
Jeanne Lily: Aah! …huh. Who is this tiny blue lady?
April (Kat): This is Da Vinci! She’s a servant too. Da Vinci, say hi to Jeanne d’Arc!
Da Vinci: Hello. I’m not actually with you at the moment. Just think of this like a kind of magic, letting us talk over long distances. We are an organization dedicated to protecting humanity. Right now, we are trying to put a stop to the disturbances happening in France.
April (Kat): Yeah, we’re here to kick Jeanne d’Arc’s butt!
April (Kat): I mean, the other one. Not you, you seem nice. Love the outfit by the way, very cute.
Jeanne Lily: It’s okay, I agree with you. The other me must be stopped before France is burned to the ground!
Da Vinci: What do you know about this other you?
Jeanne Lily: I was there when she was summoned! We both got summoned at the same time, but… I barely count as a servant. It was all I could do to escape Orleans as she used an army of dragons to burn it to the ground.
April (Kat): We’re gonna be fighting dragons too!?
Da Vinci: Summoning a single dragon would be scratching the edge of possibility for a mage who isn’t in the Age of Gods. If she’s summoned enough to attack an entire city at once, there’s no question about it- she must have a Holy Grail!
Jeanne Lily: I know I can’t beat her in a fight, but I can’t do nothing either! Please, let me come with you to defeat her!
April (Kat): Of course! We’re gonna find a leyline in the morning so we can summon some help!
Da Vinci: Actually, I have a theory about that. Jeanne, you said you and the other Jeanne were summoned at the same time, right? This isn’t just a battle for France, but the fate of humanity as we know it. Humanity as a whole has its own will, and the stronger a threat to humanity is, the stronger this will fights to protect itself. We still don’t know how this “Jeanne Alter” was summoned, but I think this Jeanne was summoned by that will.
Jeanne blushed as she looked down, kicking a rock with her boot.
Jeanne Lily: I-I didn’t realize I was that important…
April (Kat): Wait, how do you know about this stuff?
Now it was Da Vinci’s turn to be embarrassed! She kinda turned away from the camera and said:
Da Vinci: Let’s just say I might have done a lot more than history books give me credit for and leave it at that for now.
Da Vinci: A-anyways, if that’s the case it’s likely there are other servants in France who will help us! Let’s look for them first, before we use up any of Chaldea’s resources. Jeanne, are there any towns nearby we can check?
Jeanne Lily: La Charite is within a day’s walk from here!
April (Kat): Awesome! We’ll start looking there!
Cris: <Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep here!>
April (Kat): In the morning! We’ll start in the morning!
Fuyuki...The taste of dust and soot, the sound of the flames and the clash of metal, crunch of bones, the sounds the shadow servants made when they talked - disjointed and broken. The sight of their reflection in the shattered glass of a window backed by flames and utter destruction. The weight of Olga’s presence at her back as the woman clutched her belt or shirt for comfort. The tremble she could see in Mash’s hands even as she held her shield steady against an onslaught. The grimace on Archer Emiya’s face when he tried to find the stars amongst the plumes of smoke rising from the city. Or the way that the Caster Cu Chulainn looked at the altered versions of his enemies. The feeling of dread that was like a physical weight upon her shoulders as she watched helpless as she watched the Director die.
