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/eat rice ball • apple • bread
Say hello to Lean Hampelmann, or the guy I planned to cosplay at some point.
“The wheel whirls within the spiral,
Its light growing ever radiant with every revolution.
Yet when the small spiral collapses in upon itself,
Its light fades, and as a wheel it begins whirling anew.
Within the spiral emerged a single locus,
so close yet invariably distant.
In the flash of an eternity, one became ten and six, then ten and two,
And the wheel began whirling once more.
The first revealed the power of acceptance,
The second, the power of kindness,
The third, the power of knowledge,
The fourth, the power of valor,
The fifth, the power of innocence,
The sixth, the power of tenacity,
The seventh, the power of discernment,
The eighth, the power of tranquility,
The ninth, the power of action,
The tenth, the power of ignorance,
The eleventh, the power of wisdom,
And the twelfth, the power of judgment.
Cast away were the loci of fear, love, suffering, and age.
Their souls elevated through the endless cycle of transmigration,
Those who ascend these loci were chosen by the divine spirits:
One wishing to open the gate with its own hand,
One wishing to open the gate using the hand of another.
The elevated souls shine more radiantly as the wheel continues whirling,
But fragments break off from each locus with every revolution.
When these shards are ten and two, the souls shall break forth from the wheel,
Involuntarily moving toward the end,
And the grand spiral shall collapse, sinking back to the percipient depths.
Only then shall a new wheel begin to whirl.
Yet at the edge of infinity, time overflowing is born of the spiral.
Though the gate remains closed,
Two loci who fell from the ten and two are granted human will of the divine.
And the fallen shards rejoin the wheel in its revolution,
Each one bearing the smile of Etro.
One of the divine spirits accepts their return,
Releases the loci and sets out on a new journey.
The remaining radiance forges the wheel of creation and set it whirling anew
.Is this wheel one of joy, or one of despair?
Or perhaps…
- The Nameless Tome: Final Verse
Note 1: I know I already posted the Class Zero ones on my previous post, but I really wanted to include Tiz and Joker together w/ Class Zero
Fate/Type-0 (Prologue)
Had this been the right decision? To have given those involved in the great war of Orience be sent to an alternative universe where their worries of dying seemed so far away? A chance bestowed to each and every individual to live the life of a normal being?
A fair woman in her early thirties, the dark haired female puffed out a smoke from her long, thin golden pipe as she observed the scenario. Found standing on top of the tallest building within the city, she allowed all five of her senses to operate.
The sight of colorful, bright lights illuminating the night. The sound of cars and subways traveling. The taste of the fresh air mixed with the tobacco that had been expelled. The smell of the lightly wavering smoke from the end of her pipe combined with pollution of the city. The sensation of the breeze gently pushing against her thin figure.
Her eyes squinted.
Impossible. Those from the war, let alone another part of the universe, wouldn’t be able to live normally in this world. Arecia Al-Rashia was never one to be soft and gentle nor one to be cruel and heartless. She merely had no intention to keep them normal. All actions are followed by reasons. Arecia had them.
She removed the pipe from her mouth, lips barely parted as her hazel eyes gaze upon the city of Fuyuki.
“This place is known for the great Holy Grail War to occur,” she murmured. “Isn’t that right?”
She was met with silence. Yet who she spoke to remains on the two individuals from the distant. Their familiar red disheveled robes from Rubrum, Orience still worn, they were known as both Tiz and Joker. Faces concealed under the hood, their eyes met with hers as the older woman glanced over her shoulder. Despite the lack of answer nor reaction they provide, she spoke once more as if they had. “It’s to no surprise that you both do not comprehend the concept, let alone the terminology.”
Her face returned back to the brightly lit scenery; the pipe in her hand was placed back into her mouth, allowing for another moment to smoke. Both eyelids were lowered as thoughts tumbled from within of her head.
This war… It has intrigued the black-haired woman. Yes, this has perked the curiosity of Arecia Al-Rashia. A being that cannot even be called a human, she can recreate and reset time in space. Though that may be only a few of her abilities, it is limitless for she is as close as it can be to a God. Thus she decided that rather than experiment within the world of Orience, it was time to wield her powers for a cycle involving this Holy Grail War.
It perplexed her of such foreign concept. Chosen Masters and Servants engaging in an all-out battle royale for the desire of the grail could either be seen as a blessing or a pitiful scenario. Each Master’s and Servant’s goal differing from one another, minor or major. The amount of complexity that hasn’t even showed itself in the Orience War. Struggles and despair shown from a personal level drastically differentiates themselves from political and power affairs.
This would serve as a basis for her research, possibly expanding it even. Data that both presents itself as a fantasy and as a fact is what clicks to her taste.
“I want you both to observe the upcoming events, Tohno Mahoroha and Lean Hampelmann.”
Hearing the names that had been granted to them almost made the two react physically with a cringe. It has been far too long they had last used it. To have such names utter brought chills down their spines, yet their face remains the same. The names brought a surge of memories that granted them a plethora of emotions that should be both aroused and buried.
As if noticing the change in the atmosphere from having spoken, a faint huff was heard from Arecia.
“Do what you must just like in the previous world.”
The two finally made motion, nodding their heads in agreement to the words of their Mother. Then, a gust blew by the three of them, stronger than the previous. But upon the wind easing its strength, Tiz and Joker—now known as Tohno and Lean, vanished from the rooftop of the building; their sense of presence gone.
All that was left is Arecia Al-Rashia, remaining unmoved from her position.
my otps: JokerTiz / LeanTohno / LeaToh
