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Little Angel Go Away: Chapter Two
Title: Little Angel Go Away: Chapter Two
Fandom: Angel Notes, Fate/EXTRA
Character(s): Gatou, V/V, Extra Archer, Dan, Rani VIII
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1,050
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Archer's second opponent is a Berserker.
Notes: Multichapter fic, aww yeah.
"I carry the will of god! Your fate in being paired with me has cut your life short. How pitiable-"
"Hey, um, Master? The will of god is that you leave us alone for awhile. I need to, ummmm, personally deliver my sentence?" the Servant suggests hesitantly. "Is that okay?"
The Master, Monji Gatou, bows to his Servant. "Your will will be served, Kami-sama, and your desires made law." His Servant makes a shooing motion, and Gatou heads down the hallway.
She breathes a small sigh of relief, then turns back to them. "You're Dan, right? And you're, I guess I call you Dan's Servant or something, since I don't know what else... If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" Before Archer can answer 'of course not', she goes on, "I'm a Berserker-class. You can call me that, since I'm not supposed to give out my actual name."
"She could be lying. I'm just saying that, based on the fact that she's not completely raving mad right now," Archer warns, since it seems so obvious that Dan will have trouble understanding it.
'Berserker' shakes her head. "I'm not lying! I know it sounds bad that I can talk and am still a Berserker, but my summoning is kind of weird... You don't have to tell me anything because I can't prove anything. I'm sorry."
"...you're definitely going to fall for the pity act, aren't you, Master?" Archer crosses his arms. "Man, I hate getting the 'nice' opponents..."
"Hush, Archer." Dan gives him a stern look, then turns back to Berserker. "Did you wish to speak to us about something?"
"Oh, that's right! I almost forgot when I was deciding what to call you." Her expression is downcast now. "You know that you'll die if you lose, right? My last opponent didn't. It was... it was hard for me."
Archer still doesn't believe the pity act, but he knows that Dan's falling for it. "Of course we know that. It's only mentioned every time we talk to that old priest or anyone else."
"Oh, good. I guess that'll make things easier, a little?" She smiles a little hesitantly. "I guess I don't have the right to ask you if you think you'll win against me."
"I'm afraid not." Good, Dan's not completely stupid. Points for his Master.
"Well, that's all I can really talk about now. I'll see you later, Dan, Archer." With her wings fluttering behind her, Berserker heads off, following the direction Gatou headed.
Archer sets up traps in the arena. The Master is definitely the weaker of the pair: he can tell that much just by being in Berserker's presence for a moment, even if he has no idea what she can do or even if she's telling the truth about her class. Luckily, if he takes out her Master, he doesn't have to find out.
His tree gets disabled. Okay, that's not a big problem. She moves faster than he expected, but he forgot to account for the whole 'wings equal flying' part. Which was frankly stupid of him and he'll do better next time.
Her Master's pretty limber, too. He makes it out after being shot, and after that it's all Master lectures and Command Spells and a big pain in the ass.
Berserker follows them when they leave the nurse's office. Archer's not really in a mood to talk, so he sits back and watches her and Dan.
"I'm sorry you took a penalty and used a Command Spell for me and my Master's sake," she tells him. "Is there anything I can do? I already told you my class, and by now you know that I'm not actually a god or whatever my Master is calling me..."
Dan shakes his head. "I have no need of repayment for acting properly."
"But I wish I could do something." She looks around the hallway and thinks. "Um, there has to be something. I know I'm not supposed to give out my identity, and it wouldn't mean much to you, but isn't that girl in the hallway there doing divinations? If I gave you something of mine," and here she plucks one of her feathers off her back and hands it to him, "you could see a little and be better prepared? Maybe that would make up for it."
Dan accepts the feather, which does not sting, poison, or burn him. Archer will still have to talk to him about candy from strangers later. "Thank you, Berserker."
"You're welcome." Berserker turns to go, then says something weird. "I hope you win."
She leaves. Dan and Archer look at each other, then shrug and go to the girl in the hallway.
That girl's name is Rani VIII. "The Servant that this came from... I'm concerned if it might be my opponent. I shall divine the nature of this Servant as best I can," she tells them, asking for nothing else but the feather. She focuses intensely, murmuring to herself, over and over again, then opens her eyes again. "...I cannot see."
Archer sighs. "So it's a dead end. Great."
She holds up a hand to stop him. "The fact that I cannot is inherently meaningful. The nature of this Servant is opposed to the human life that I would normally view from a piece of their being. In other words, something alien to humanity, more so than a spirit or demon would be." She nods her head. "Thank you for bringing this to me. I hope that it helps you."
Dan nods back, though Archer can't see how this is at all practical knowledge.
"--the will of god is that you shush, okay? I'm not feeling very well." Berserker looks even more downcast on the elevator, and nearly crumples on the battlefield. Archer would be pleased by this if he wasn't realizing how completely doomed he is by the looming shadow and swarms of angels.
There's just no way. He tries, but he just can't deal with an endless army by himself. Not in a straight battle like this.
His Master comes to stand by his side as they both disappear, resting a hand on his shoulder. Archer guesses that that's a comfort, when all is said and done. And it is said and done.
Fandom: Angel Notes, Fate/EXTRA
Character(s): Gatou, V/V, Extra Archer, Dan, Rani VIII
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1,050
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Archer's second opponent is a Berserker.
Notes: Multichapter fic, aww yeah.
"I carry the will of god! Your fate in being paired with me has cut your life short. How pitiable-"
"Hey, um, Master? The will of god is that you leave us alone for awhile. I need to, ummmm, personally deliver my sentence?" the Servant suggests hesitantly. "Is that okay?"
The Master, Monji Gatou, bows to his Servant. "Your will will be served, Kami-sama, and your desires made law." His Servant makes a shooing motion, and Gatou heads down the hallway.
She breathes a small sigh of relief, then turns back to them. "You're Dan, right? And you're, I guess I call you Dan's Servant or something, since I don't know what else... If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" Before Archer can answer 'of course not', she goes on, "I'm a Berserker-class. You can call me that, since I'm not supposed to give out my actual name."
"She could be lying. I'm just saying that, based on the fact that she's not completely raving mad right now," Archer warns, since it seems so obvious that Dan will have trouble understanding it.
'Berserker' shakes her head. "I'm not lying! I know it sounds bad that I can talk and am still a Berserker, but my summoning is kind of weird... You don't have to tell me anything because I can't prove anything. I'm sorry."
"...you're definitely going to fall for the pity act, aren't you, Master?" Archer crosses his arms. "Man, I hate getting the 'nice' opponents..."
"Hush, Archer." Dan gives him a stern look, then turns back to Berserker. "Did you wish to speak to us about something?"
"Oh, that's right! I almost forgot when I was deciding what to call you." Her expression is downcast now. "You know that you'll die if you lose, right? My last opponent didn't. It was... it was hard for me."
Archer still doesn't believe the pity act, but he knows that Dan's falling for it. "Of course we know that. It's only mentioned every time we talk to that old priest or anyone else."
"Oh, good. I guess that'll make things easier, a little?" She smiles a little hesitantly. "I guess I don't have the right to ask you if you think you'll win against me."
"I'm afraid not." Good, Dan's not completely stupid. Points for his Master.
"Well, that's all I can really talk about now. I'll see you later, Dan, Archer." With her wings fluttering behind her, Berserker heads off, following the direction Gatou headed.
Archer sets up traps in the arena. The Master is definitely the weaker of the pair: he can tell that much just by being in Berserker's presence for a moment, even if he has no idea what she can do or even if she's telling the truth about her class. Luckily, if he takes out her Master, he doesn't have to find out.
His tree gets disabled. Okay, that's not a big problem. She moves faster than he expected, but he forgot to account for the whole 'wings equal flying' part. Which was frankly stupid of him and he'll do better next time.
Her Master's pretty limber, too. He makes it out after being shot, and after that it's all Master lectures and Command Spells and a big pain in the ass.
Berserker follows them when they leave the nurse's office. Archer's not really in a mood to talk, so he sits back and watches her and Dan.
"I'm sorry you took a penalty and used a Command Spell for me and my Master's sake," she tells him. "Is there anything I can do? I already told you my class, and by now you know that I'm not actually a god or whatever my Master is calling me..."
Dan shakes his head. "I have no need of repayment for acting properly."
"But I wish I could do something." She looks around the hallway and thinks. "Um, there has to be something. I know I'm not supposed to give out my identity, and it wouldn't mean much to you, but isn't that girl in the hallway there doing divinations? If I gave you something of mine," and here she plucks one of her feathers off her back and hands it to him, "you could see a little and be better prepared? Maybe that would make up for it."
Dan accepts the feather, which does not sting, poison, or burn him. Archer will still have to talk to him about candy from strangers later. "Thank you, Berserker."
"You're welcome." Berserker turns to go, then says something weird. "I hope you win."
She leaves. Dan and Archer look at each other, then shrug and go to the girl in the hallway.
That girl's name is Rani VIII. "The Servant that this came from... I'm concerned if it might be my opponent. I shall divine the nature of this Servant as best I can," she tells them, asking for nothing else but the feather. She focuses intensely, murmuring to herself, over and over again, then opens her eyes again. "...I cannot see."
Archer sighs. "So it's a dead end. Great."
She holds up a hand to stop him. "The fact that I cannot is inherently meaningful. The nature of this Servant is opposed to the human life that I would normally view from a piece of their being. In other words, something alien to humanity, more so than a spirit or demon would be." She nods her head. "Thank you for bringing this to me. I hope that it helps you."
Dan nods back, though Archer can't see how this is at all practical knowledge.
"--the will of god is that you shush, okay? I'm not feeling very well." Berserker looks even more downcast on the elevator, and nearly crumples on the battlefield. Archer would be pleased by this if he wasn't realizing how completely doomed he is by the looming shadow and swarms of angels.
There's just no way. He tries, but he just can't deal with an endless army by himself. Not in a straight battle like this.
His Master comes to stand by his side as they both disappear, resting a hand on his shoulder. Archer guesses that that's a comfort, when all is said and done. And it is said and done.