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Tales of Anjels

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by Anjels, Jul 25, 2020.

  1. Threadmarks: Servant Lily, Enkidu SI.

    Anjels Getting sticky.

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    Hi, how are you? well i'm putting some ideas and stories that randomly go through my head here, if you are interested in any of them let me know in the comments because i may or may not continue it until you create a topic of the most requested stories.
    [A / N: Fair notice most of my stories have a female SI, and of course I can add more than one SI or try to write a male version but I think it may be a little off.]
    [A / N 2: English not my native language, I use Grammarly, so I accept constructive criticism.]
    I have always loved stories from Isekais.

    I have always loved the adventures of ordinary people that somehow ended up in a fictional world.
    the evolution from a weak person to someone strong and courageous.

    Sometimes I imagined myself in their place interacting with certain characters and even helping the protagonists to overcome their challenges.

    But there is a big difference between imagining and doing.

    It was falling.

    Falling down a long kaleidoscopic tunnel.

    I was scared.

    I didn't know how I ended up in this place.

    I knew that something very bad had happened to me, I always knew that I was not a good girl and that this was a burden for my uncle, but I never thought that this could have happened.

    I felt numb and cold.

    The books and stories I've read have always highlighted how bad these two could be for the human body if you were careless.

    both only lead to a result.


    But I didn't want to die.

    I'm only 8 years old.

    I didn't even finish school.

    or I said goodbye to my friend

    Besides that

    I had just started the Losbert series.

    Is not fair.....


    why did this happen to me?

    why did my uncle hate me so much?

    Was I that bad?

    Stretching his hand forward with tears in his eyes, the child cries out to the kaleidoscopic.


    If someone is listening to me

    Please .... save me.

    I promise I will be a good girl.

    I promise I will not harm.

    I swear I will become strong.

    I will be your weapon for good.

    I will shape my destiny according to your will.

    I will protect those you love.

    and your interests will be mine.

    So, please


    The child's crying resonated everywhere.

    Dozens of multiverse verses were covered by his lament.

    Hundreds of plans have felt their fear.

    Thousands of kingdoms have realized their presence in the world.

    Millions of beings with a deeply spiritual and magical bond have heard his voice.


    Only one had responded.

    Only one had the strength and speed to respond to his call.

    For although she heard, few would have the strength to save her from the space between worlds.

    Perhaps because of how close it is to this particular multiverse.

    or even how willing that particular being was to save her.

    or all of the above factors.


    Suddenly a strong light appears.

    It didn't matter...

    A Ghostly feeling of a hug.


    Surrounded by a much-desired heat.

    He came to her.

    Don't worry, little one ...

    Thousands of memories, sensations, and emotions that do not belong to you fill your being.

    I'm here.....

    Memories of the days when he lived among animals, of melancholy when he left them to live among human beings, emotion when he faced what he would call a friend, sadness, happiness, and concern when he was proclaimed by his king as his greatest treasure, just after his curse letting him return to his lonely life.

    "Who would understand me? who else would march beside me? Do you still doubt after all our misfortunes? Well, listen carefully, I declare here and now as one of my two greatest treasures, it is by my word that you are my friend and no matter who says that alive or dead, you will feel my fury, so said the king ... "

    And I promise I will never leave you.


    Thank you


    The light goes out the same way it starts.

    Suddenly thousands of sensations manifest in my body.

    I'm alive.

    So, I sit on the floor under my knee and foot and the heat around me was a slightly uncomfortable feeling when I was freezing a while ago.

    'But you are alive now, little one,' said the serene voice in an amusing way with a touch of kindness in her mind.

    I opened my eyes to a world on fire, realizing at that moment that I was kneeling on a shield, it is instantly the pieces fit together.

    I closed my eyes with a young man with dark hair, my master for this new life.

    Fujimaru Ritsuka.

    'I think it would be very polite if we were not present, yes?'

    Inwardly nodding in agreement the child opens his little mouth and in a neutral, soft, and melodic voice informs his new master.

    "For your call, I have come pseudo-servant Alter lily Enkidu.
    I wish that you use me as mercilessly as you think is best, do not worry master, because with me neither the gods dared to hurt you."
    Last edited: Aug 16, 2020
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  2. Threadmarks: Young Justice: Tales of a Djinn SI

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    Darkness .. an endless mass of shaded black, a deep void that surrounded the world around him, within this endless dark was light or rather lights, gaseous masses of varying shapes and colors, in a circular dance whose numbers always change, next to them they find another subgroup of size, shape and variant color, small solid masses that in comparison with their bigger brothers had a different type of beauty, some with life in its surface, others empty, some floated solitary and others, in turn, lived in groups.

    But for a stern observer, all celestial stars lived in a certain order, or ordered chaos, and balance, or so I thought .... in fact, everything would be as already mentioned if an abnormality was not detected in a solar system within the sector which we know as 2814 and here my story begins.

    The first thing that went through my mind was profound loneliness along with the cold, There was also an uneasy feeling that something was wrong, then a feeling of lightness as if it were floating, weak, tired and slightly disoriented is with much effort I realized that my vision was obscured, I slowly started to wake up, stretching my arms and turning on my side, I try to go back to sleep, looking for the sheets with my hands but can't find them, agitated I move my arms and legs to try to find them.

    I didn't find them, either around me or around my waist or ankles, that really woke me up, that and the real feeling that something was really wrong, that's when I saw it, a white, dusty wasteland, full of craters and stones, and nothing more.

    My arm and hand full of scales with a variant coloration of purple and blue in mixed and deep tones, which made me very fond of chrome cars, which went up to my shoulders, also appeared on the upper part of my torso partially covering my breasts (which definitely were larger) the scales covered my hands with claw-like nails.

    Now, it really would be a good time to wake up or, in the impossible situation where this is real, pass out from shock or something. So, why am I not doing this?

    I try to pinch myself on the arm with the other hand (which, yes, with purple-blue scales) it hurts, so I ... I think ... it's not a dream. But it has to be a dream, things like that don't happen in real life.

    Well maybe in a comic book or in a book, or in a fanfiction.

    More is not real ne? type and are only fiction a type of imaginary, unreal narrative, created from the imagination of any person?

    That would be simply impossible and ... just then I started to notice everything else. In other words, that I am orbiting around the moon (but precisely on the dark side of it) in the emptiness of outer space and I am still alive.

    At this moment I could say that I was a perfectly rational person and that I had accepted the occurrences as if it were another Tuesday, but I am very busy having a mini heart attack together with the panic attack perfectly reasonable since I am NA FUCKING SPACE!

    It took me some time to calm down and realize that I was not suffocating, I realized that strangely I could hear myself gasping in the middle of the vacuum, which is to say who the hell thought it was a good idea to put a random person in orbit.

    Well, at least I am not a flashlight of any color, I would be a horrendous flashlight (even if I like the star sapphires) ... maybe yellow, but mainly because I am afraid, do not cause it in others.

    "Okay, stop rambling ... and apparently I'm able to speak in a void, really where did my life end up?"

    Obviously, there was no air in space, so I had no air to vibrate my vocal cords, I couldn't produce the vibration necessary to move the air to create sounds, so how could I speak? And yes, I digress.

    This seemed more and more like a dream, but from what I remember it is supposedly impossible to feel pain in a dream Or was it about the numbers of fingers? Just to be clear.

    Well, the pinch hurt, even if it doesn't scratch the scales (or tear them off) with what looked like claws that replaced my nails, so I can conclude, for now, that I wasn't dreaming.

    OK, no crisis No it's like you're dead or been transferred by some superior force ... shit, I'm an isekai, come on Erika we don't need to go back to the panic take a deep breath and organize your mind and try to remember what happened.

    The last thing I remember was sleeping in my bed, so I didn't die except for two things 1- there was a fire in my area and I died suffocated while sleeping (kind of difficult because I have a light sleep), 2-Heart attack (I am someone extremely healthy with a good metabolism, with no history of a heart attack in the family) that does not explain how I stopped here but gives me some basis.

    "Now and when ?, where, how, why And ... well, you understand my deviation.

    Ok, the next one would be to know where I am, which I have a vague idea of where we are, I just don't know if I'm close to the land (or I find out if I can get there), or some civilized planet of good nature and ......

    "Erika focus, I need to know what else has changed in my physical form after you search for the land".

    I really don't want to look like a horrifying monster.

    I floated a little, looking at myself and what my body is looking for differences trying to figure out what it has become.

    First: I take my ribs and shoulders as my arms, under my belly and my legs and thighs (for some reason the scales on the inner thighs were softer) feet, my skin was, it was particularly a blue ton .. sapphire blue if I remember, with purple and gold marks that looked like lines, tattooed on my body besides my arms, well I think that tattooed, they didn't feel particularly different from the skin.

    Second: My appearance looked like a cartoon, and it looked like an anime girl, something that I certainly wasn't before, I was in shape like I can say that I wasn't exactly obese anymore but I did have a little more fat now if it was all fat, besides that I had curves like a lot, my bust was type B but now it looks like type D, the hips were wider, the butt was rounder, with long, shapely legs, I was physically fit with abs and a thin waist I also did not fuss except for my hair, eyebrow.

    Third: I could see that I was not blind before, but I was short-sighted. Now it seemed that I could see everything differently, even in the smallest way.

    Bedroom: my hair now reached the back of my knees but it was a dark purple that looked black (reflected in a purple shade when the light touches it) instead of the reddish-brown that I had before. And they moved on like The Little Mermaid, the Disney underwater type. It was really weird. I don't know if my eyes have also changed color, I don't have a mirror.

    Fifth: I wasn't naked, I had something like a fairy tale dress from the Middle East. It was a pair of translucent white trousers with some gaps in the sternal line of the legs made of some kind of silk (I think), the white fabric ended against the two gold rings near the center of my potatoes, it was also paved with beautiful sandals with beautiful gold anklets with sapphires on each side, with a purple silk band around my waist with a jeweled dagger in a sheath attached to it.

    My top had almost nothing a long purple jacket with golden details, the useless kind. It was a piece of cloth with a hole for the arms. It didn't cover my chest, it was a lot of it covered (Even if I didn't have it, my scales also covered my breasts from the nipples in a peaceful way out to the sternum is in the wind, I kind of felt like a mystical stripe). length, it stopped as in the middle of mine on my thigh it looked something like Aladdin's, only chicer and embroidered with gold thread.

    I even have jewelry, I had a thin gold forehead tiara with a shape that looked like tendrils of a scallop with flowers (I don't know if they were gems or no longer seemed to be the same metal as the tiara when I touched it) with a purple gem in the shape with tears hanging from it, my face was a translucent white silk fabric, a gold chain around my neck with a large gem in the center.

    And guess what color? you're right, it's purple. I'm starting to feel a theme. I also had a gold ring on my right ring finger with a blue gem and a silver ring on my left pinkie, as well as two gold bracelets with purple gems on the arms and gold bracelets, I still had my original earrings (that was cool) was a gift from my mother - but two earrings on top of both ears (which were pointed, of course, I had pointed elf ears, why not?) appeared. They looked simple, just a pair of circles with some kind of etching and a rough surface.

    But all this was nothing compared to the long, muscular and scaly appendage that comes out of my tailbone, yes I had a tail, or more precisely, a draconian (or Dragonian) tail whose sharp tip was relieved in each movement with three rings of gold in each part of its extension (one in the middle, one near the end and one near the beginning.

    Overall, I looked like a fetish remake of some kind of demon and was still in space, with no way to return to Earth.

    "What the hell ..." I mumble, crossing my arms at the back of my head, positioning myself in a reclining position, the scene was incredible, that was certain, but I knew myself well enough to get tired very quickly.

    Then something hit my hands, making me shake a little, picking up what I touched in reflection it didn't look like a stone, it was actually too smooth to be one, then I brought it to look at what it was and when I saw it I was very incredulous.

    In my hand, there was a purple bottle, the Arab type, with elongated neck, spherical bottom, with a gold band and precious stones around the neck and a stopper (in fact it reminded me a lot of Jeannie's bottle is a Genius or I Dream of Jeannie as the Americans called it) It was made of what looked a lot like spun glass.

    "... what? No, really what?"

    My mind was blank as I tried to calculate what I had in my hand. After a few minutes (?), I regained my ability to think coherently and assessed my situation.

    Not that I had many options. Either I rubbed the lamp and a genie came out or I was the genius and I would go into the lamp.

    I could remain in the void of space for as long as I would be a victim of my own boredom and curiosity, but I knew I couldn't resist but I really can't stand boredom, it's something that makes me all nervous.

    So I rub the lamp and as I suspected the lid came off and a purple smoke enveloped me, dragging me into it, when I opened my eyes when I was inside, what I saw was quite fascinating.

    It was a room, a huge, beautiful, and very pleasant room, granted but still a room. There was a queen-size bed, covered with purple silk sheets, with blue pillows and a polished brass headboard, which arched and twisted in what looked a bit like vines turned into metal.

    A dresser was on the other side, with a built-in closet. They also had brass decorations but were of some sort of fairy-tale line in the Middle East.

    Beyond the room on the wall behind him was linen curtains (again I'm not sure) with several pillows of varying sizes and colors, there was a small table next to him with a tray full of fruit, a huge jar that was the same size as the table.
    In the middle of the room, there was a table on top of a beautiful and plush carpet, on what looked like polished mahogany (I think) with the table legs decorated with more brass, this in spirals that went up and spread without a solution of continuity on the surface, there was a book with a padlock and a pamphlet on it.

    {Congratulations! You are now a Djinn!} That was what was written at the top.

    {Congratulations! Now you are a Djinn, an extremely powerful magical being with the ability to grant wishes to anyone who says the words "I wish ...", without any limits! and no rule of three is necessary! with a series of various magical powers at your disposal (Reality Warping, Inborn Magic, Immortality and much more), and best of all you are free to do whatever you want ! of course, whoever has the lamp can ask for a wish, but, thanks to the new rules, you will no longer be a slave! Remember that rules and limitations still apply.
    * Be warned our dear reader that this can only be used for wish-granting activities, to learn more about the Djinn order, hierarchy class, and other things and just consult the knowledge book, in it, you will know more about everything you want to know )

    In the final part, there was a key outside that there was nothing else, obviously, there was no kind of rule, no mention of the limitations or what would happen if I broke them, it was just the print on the front and a list of bookmarks on the back, the list of markers was blank of course, I think the brochure could serve as a poster for me to hang on one of the walls as a reminder, I think it would make it much easier for me not to easily forget the rules.

    And it seems that I need to discover the rules personally, Great, at least there was the book that could illuminate me.
    Think about the now known Djinn, placing the pamphlet on the table, right after taking the key and the book, going to bed and sitting on it, done that he puts the key in the lock and with expectation opens the book.


    Just to realize that he was blank, leafing through the pages vigorously, mentally denying that this little flame of hope is totally lost, unfortunately, there were no hidden pages and not a trace or smell of any dye, his pages were completely and simply in White.

    With a furious roar he throws the book to the other side, it falls on the carpet, throws the body on the bed, with a lump in his throat he feels tears running down his face, turning on his stomach tries to choke the sad girl on the pillow, but he can't, his shoulders started to shake and a sob comes out of his lips, even though they were covered when he realizes he was in tears crying until he calmed down.
    After a while, he starts thinking again.

    I was inside a lamp, floating in space, apparently, with no way to return to Earth, unless I learned to use magic, it couldn't be real, it just couldn't. Things like that don't really happen. And even if it did, it wouldn't happen to me.

    "Am I on my Earth? Or am I in some kind of fantasy world ?, not judging by the fact of being in space, but could I still be in a science fiction setting or maybe a comic?"
    Still lying down, I move on my side, bowing down, lowering my head and pulling my knees so that I am almost between them, hands holding each leg and trying to breathe deeply.

    "Come on Erika, we can't let this shake us right now, you're in space, anything can happen now, we're still at risk, now think ..."

    I used the following minutes to regulate my breathing and mind, doing everything possible to not panic again, trying not to hyperventilate and pass out, sometime later, I regained my calm, feeling exasperated and empty and more than a little hopeless.

    Worn out and emotionally tired I decide to do the most unreasonable action that anyone in my place would do, kicking off my shoes and taking off the piece of cloth that went through a jacket, I sink into the collection and with the silk sheets hugging me and I fall asleep after a few seconds.

    My only coherent thought that crossed my mind before I fell into Morpheus's realm was that I was completely screwed.
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  3. Alchto

    Alchto Like to play with pussy(cat)

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    Why does it need to be so dramatic it's such a waste of time
  4. Anjels

    Anjels Getting sticky.

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    Well, I'm writing the prologue to the stories I'm inspired by.
    About the dramatization, it was kind of to give the readers a taste of more.
    And maybe have some reaction from them just to know if they like it or not.
    [A / n: Also posted on other sites and you were the first to comment on Tales of Anjels.]
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  5. Alchto

    Alchto Like to play with pussy(cat)

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    I think you need to put more in the introduction, I think? Something the reader wants to read and stay reading, it's hard to review something if there's nothing to review about.
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  6. Alchto

    Alchto Like to play with pussy(cat)

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    Overall it's good, the grammar is not that bad, the plot needs a bit more work but if you have a plan for your story to be interesting to read you're good to go, And to be honest, I think you chose a bad time to post the story and there was no one to read it? Anyways, good luck writing your stories!
  7. Alchto

    Alchto Like to play with pussy(cat)

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    Sorry about responding so late, since there's not much updates in the stories I read here, I'm not always in this site
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  8. Anjels

    Anjels Getting sticky.

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    No problem, thank you for your understanding.

    The tales of Anjels are actually formed by One-shots that I write when I get inspired by something.

    So I don't get too involved, but if the readers like one of the One-short's then I start writing the cap. 2 and a 3, is if you want a continuation then yes I write the complete story.

    How much do I commit to my other story called The shadow of EMIYA.
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  9. Anjels

    Anjels Getting sticky.

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    I was reading some stories and I thought about the following 'is writing about an SI like Cath Palug (Fou SI) with the ability to travel not only in time but between dimensions? '
  10. Threadmarks: Dreams that unite us.

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    Ember whenever he was a creative child.

    Her parents said that she was a peculiar child with a very fertile imagination.

    Whatever that meant.

    Your uncles not so much.

    his dreams were very strange.

    She had once dreamed that she was at a tea party with a giant chocolate fish in a top hat.

    Others were that she flew in a sky with cotton candy clouds mounted on a striped horned unicorn.

    All of his dreams were creative, colorful, and had many adventures.

    That's why she was surprised by this one.

    It was a park very similar to the one she had gone with her mother near her work, the museum that was a palace was in that dream.

    For a moment she had thought she was going to be a princess, but for her happiness and disappointment she was wearing a simple light blue dress, it was comfortable, without ruffles or pricking fabric.

    she loved it.

    her hair was loose, she was also barefoot.

    the grass at his feet made carriages.

    With a happy giggle, Ember ran through the park, crossing the grass and flowers that were there.

    Of course, that's when the weird part that his dreams usually had decided to appear.

    For this very distracted she did not notice how part of the lawn had been abruptly replaced by gravel and stone, and she only realized this after her lovely bare feet stepped on that hard ground.

    Stumbling over the change in terrain, she falls and instinctively rolls over thanks to her Papa classes ending the lying motion.

    This would normally lead to snubbing and bruising, and any girl would be crying from the accident.

    But Ember was different, curious she got up and surprised to see the reason for her fall.

    One side of the environment in which he found himself was the park he knew and the other was a city.

    Or it should be.

    The place was empty and the houses were of stone with ceilings that looked like brown or beige grass.

    At the bottom of the landscape was a castle with white walls and golden highlights.

    Smiling she decides to go to the castle to explore the place.

    Maybe she'll find a friend?

    with leaps in his steps Ember walks down the gravel street and after a few minutes she arrives at the castle gate.

    it was huge with golden marks and beautiful designs with shapes of flowers, plants, and birds in the center of it there was a mark of a circle with two triangles one on top of the other forming an image that reminded it very much of that of a star.

    Without hesitating, Ember pushes the door open, but not before knocking on it as his mama had taught, and enters the castle.

    it was empty.

    His smile slips from his lips and with a pout.

    Where is everybody?

    Without thinking twice Ember speaks.

    "Is anyone there?"


    Maybe they're playing hide and seek.

    With a giggle she replies.

    "Well if and how you want it, ready or not there I go!"

    Without hesitation, she walks through the lonely corridors in search of her prey.

    Going through some rooms she searches for her opponent in a detached search of all possible hiding places.

    Soon she sees two huge wooden doors, not as big as the ones in front of the castle, leading to a room full of shelves full of paper cones.

    but this was not what stood out the most.

    For in the background sitting on a cushion by a window holding one of the cones was a boy who looked much older than she.

    He was a very different boy, he had dark skin and long white hair with a beautiful braid hanging, he wore a white shirt with many gold jewelry in the same color as his eyes.

    Moving silently she approaches the boy until she is in front of him.

    He was reading the cone with strange drawings and he looked very bored.

    Maybe it took too long, that's why he decided to stop playing?

    well, he was stupid so pope always said that patience leads to victory .... or was it a virtue?

    Whatever, he was stupid to come out of hiding and so he lost because of that...

    she pokes him in the cheek and says "I found you!"

    The reaction was instantaneous.

    With a cry, the boy drops the roll and falls backward onto a heavy bench.

    blinking at his reaction Ember approaches and asks "are you okay?"

    Sprawled on the floor and boy looks at her momentarily stunned before orienting himself and asks.

    "W-who are you and how did you get here?"

    he spoke in a different language, he was different from his working friend who speaks English, she could understand it somehow.

    she approached him and poked his nose like his pope did when she asked strange questions.

    "I'm Ember and I walked in the front door duh!"

    his eyes kind of crossed before he shook his head, stood up, and spoke.

    "But as the guards wouldn't let you in ..."

    "What guards?"

    "what do you mean guards? they stay everywhere in the castle!"
    "No one here but you and me"


    "yes, the palace is empty as is the city".


    "Don't worry, they'll be back as soon as the dream is over"


    Crossing her arms the girl makes a bored face before speaking.

    "You have to imitate everything I say, and it was really boring, you know? Yes, a dream and so we can play and have fun without adults getting in the way!"

    the boy blinks at her with an empty look as if he does not know how to fight.

    "So what's your name?"



    "it's Solomon, not Solomoni"



    "Nice to meet you Sol".


    "It's a nickname, Friends give each other nicknames"


    "Yes, the palace is empty as is the city".


    "Don't worry, they'll be back as soon as the dream is over"


    crossing her arms the girl makes a bored face before speaking.

    "You have to imitate everything I say and it's really boring, you know? Yes, it's a dream and so we can play and have fun without adults getting in the way!"

    the boy blinks at her with an empty look as if he does not know how to fight.

    "So what's your name?"



    "it's Solomon not solomoni"



    "Nice to meet you Sol".


    "It's a nickname, Friends give each other nicknames"


    "Yes, that and if you want to be my friend, not that I don't want to but I don't want to force you to do what you don't ...

    "Yes !" he says taking her hands and with a happy smile and a little blush


    "I want to be your friend Em-nbery"

    "Oh really?" exclaimed the animated memory while ignoring the wrong name.

    Solomon nods.

    "We are going to have a lot of fun, Sol."

    Suddenly, the environment starts to shake, as does the dregs.

    sun widens his eyes and asks.

    "What's happening?"

    "Ah, our time is up". says the girl with a look of taste.

    "Oh" with your eyes reflecting your sad disappointment.

    "Don't worry, we'll see you again and we'll play a lot."

    "But how can I find you?"

    "hmmm", she thinks for a while before having an idea, going to the window she points to the horizon where the city met the park and further on was the museum at the top of the hill and says "See the park near the palace, every time he appears I will be waiting for you. "

    Solomon looks at where it ends and makes an astonishing sound as if he had never seen a park in his life.

    What was not a lie, the boy stayed in the palace for a long time without even leaving to visit his city, much less the world outside the walls.

    Realizing his admiration and how little he knew, he has an idea.

    "But you have to pay attention and not be reading all the time or you lose playtime and I can't keep coming all the time, you have to go there or we can't play together".

    Looking at her he realizes what the youngest girl would be like and agrees with the spread.

    Em-nbery and her first and only friend he will not let you down.

    The world shakes again and soon the girl starts to disappear but before disappearing completely she holds her little finger and shakes it lightly.

    "This is a little finger promise that means we can't undo or lie about what we agreed to, I hope to see you again in the sun, and you can buy my nickname Em".

    This done it disappears.

    "Me too Em." says sunshine to the void while looking at the place where her friend was.

    [A/N : Language difference Solomon's speeches are underlined because he is speaking Hebrew]
    [A/N 2: The museum that Ember describes and the imperial petrópolis museum in Rio de Janeiro (Brazil)]
    [A/N: next post: The shadow of EMIYA.]
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    Hmm I thought of writing about an SI that can bring everything that draws life, but you can only make 3 drawings with a varying period of time that depends on the size and energy to bring art to life.
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    "So you are one of the chosen ones? ... Well, it looks like you were lucky after all. Not always an opportunity like this presents itself ... not for someone of your origin" informs the woman looking at you after reading the folder in his hands, with an almost imperceptible disdain in her eyes.

    "So you are one of the chosen ones? ... Well, it looks like you were lucky after all. Not always an opportunity like this presents itself ... not for someone of your origin" informs the woman looking at you after reading the folder in his hands, with an almost imperceptible disdain in his eyes.

    Her nose twists slightly as if he smells something that won't aggravate him, sniffing a little, wipes his nose of an absent odor before continuing: "I hope you see the value of this chance to participate in something ... bigger." 'What you will never achieve' was not said, but it was heard.

    "Although we have no shortage of candidates, it would be very nice if we don't have to return your body to your family." You are expendable.

    "We are not under any illusions that the Executors have any appreciation for the true art of our project, you are very much focused on the power and rewards you wish to obtain, rather than seeing the bigger goal than being in front of you".

    "Inconsistent fools." mumbles the woman before continuing.
    "But again a semblance of the power of a Heroic Spirit and realistic simulation to train and fight without any superior thought, even I can see the fascination for your type, so it will have to be enough".

    Her disdain quickly deepened in her tone, obviously inflamed by the apparent inconsequence of whoever hired her, before disappearing under her hostile professionalism, without further comment, she produces a pile of papers, touching the table's seat like a lake whose surface and agitated, a visible wave appears, with prana, which slides over the table.

    In an instant time freezes, light dimming as if the entire room had been overshadowed.

    [Welcome to Fate/System Online ]
    A text box floating above the document, a little reminiscent of the status screen that every master observed, seconds later, you recover or pretend the same, then moving your hand, raised the pen to sign, of course, it was done right after reading it everything that was written on the papers (the simulation allowed you to pay the contract), writing in a stylized cursive form, thanking internally for the extra calligraphy classes.

    What followed were the usual Terms of Service, Rules of Conduct, and assorted digital documents that needed to be agreed to play any game today.

    However, there were some modifications at the end, which seemed like the origin stories provided by the players would go through a filling, in the missing holes, automatically in the course of their interaction with the virtual world, and may even be mixed with past events of the simulation.

    That done, it was necessary to perform the correct and appropriate registration in the program, the showcase for the creation of the character.

    Soon the second set of papers was put in place before another overlay, a more modern character creation screen appears very different from those normally found in other games, in this, you receive a basic and shapeless mannequin and beside it small pictures float, these were blank for you to type what you wanted in the shape of your character, to which it appeared the system would mount the shape of your character based on the information added on the mannequin.

    It also saw some 'advanced' options for you, that as a beta tester, you had the option of creating families of Magus and custom mystical codes to extend the game engine, options that can be withdrawn or restricted on a large-scale release.
    The door opened, revealing a small figure to the outside world, unadorned with any identifying features.

    She, by reflex, partially covered her eyes from the light outside that room, she had long been accustomed to the apparent lack of light appropriate for the place and for a few moments, the world seems to have flaws as the shell previously without feature adapted to a new avatar, shrinking slightly when the height of the figure dropped, as well as gained new curves.

    After a few moments, an elaborate avatar appears, emerging in a large meeting room, with abundant decorations indicating
    that was not supposed to be the personal opening for the clock tower corridors.

    The ballroom was a ballroom that had been reused in what she believed was a way for the local magus to squander their superiority, at least that was what she thought as the number of betas was quite small compared to the size of the area they were in. , and for the first time since the start of the game, reflective surfaces were available to view.

    Approaching one of the surfaces begins to analyze your avatar.

    She was a considerably small female figure, she had oriental features with fair skin and sharp eyes in a beautiful grayish silver tone, her hair was ginger red.

    She was wearing a long-sleeved overcoat that looked like a gray hooded kimono, which highlighted dark fingerless gloves, in conjunction with a vest (wine with golden details) and a shirt (Blue with golden details).

    In addition to gray leggings and a pair of dark blue boots with golden details that ended on her thighs.

    In short if she, a fashionista would have a heart attack while sailing from afar.


    She couldn't help smiling, her face that instantly reflected in her thoughts, her lips twisted into a soft smile, almost shy, which was very beautiful that gave her avatar a certain charm, the redhead turns to face hall and examines the room.

    Some of the characters were obviously representations coming from Nasuverse, anime or video games, the characteristics made by the server were a little random, I could still see that some betas managed to bend this standard.

    She was sure that there were at least 5 or 6 Saber's faces between the betas as well as two or three Shiki's.
    .......that was a Deadpool?

    I do not want to know.

    No, and that she could complain, even when the system had given her random proportions (face shape, height, weight, hair length, depth of the chosen tone, damn even the size of her breasts), she still looked like a female version of Emyia Shirou if you take off your long hair and the wrong shade of eyes.

    Well, I suppose that when asking for a system based on a notorious universe in repeating the faces of certain characters to help in the creation of yours, it can be equivalent to copying and pasting with some changes.

    'Sigh '

    "Yua-chan!" A deep voice calls.

    Automatically she looks in the direction the voice had called her, then her eyes sparkle in recognition.

    There on the west wall near the buffet were two very different figures, although you were physically different from what she was used to, both figures still had the same personalities and oddities.

    In a way both figures stood out, One of the figures was huge in both width and height, having an athlete's physique, with a male face, green eyes, and dark hair, the only thing that stood out the most was the scar that close to the right eye.

    He wore a dark leather jacket with a dark green shirt, dark blue pants tucked in dark brown combat boots with a belt with a big buckle

    In short, he would be like Kal-el, not the new 52's superboy if he were taller, with green eyes and a scar.

    He would be a pretty somber figure if he weren't smiling and waving at me.

    There was also another one, next to the first one he was leaning against the wall, taking advantage of the taller man's shadow to hide himself from curious eyes, taking a nap, obviously, he was tall, not as tall as the others, he was a swimmer's physique , with long brown hair tied in a ponytail that reached the lower back, his features resembled those of an English nobleman or a lord from one of the cultivation tales that the character's creator loved to read, Wuxian, if not I'm mistaken, there was an earring that stood out on the right ear, he wore a black sweatshirt with dark purple highlights, he also wore jeans with black boots.

    I approach the duo, with calm and silent steps, something that only someone who has spent a lifetime training would achieve, I believe that my character's history is coming into effect.

    "You are late" informs the shorter man in a hoarse voice, as soon as I am close, without even opening my eye, leaving no opening to greet them.

    "Sorry, I got lost on the way of life ." he said automatically with a slightly amused tone, taking advantage of his mistake.

    "Ha ... ha .. that was really funny " said the same

    "You asked for that, Liel," said the taller man to the identified Liel.

    'Sigh' "Whatever, what happened to you to take Yua so long?"

    Opening his eyes he will study her, anyone else would have been intimidated if he were put in the situation in which she found herself, but for her, the glow was something very familiar, it was even comforting because it showed how worried he was about she.

    'Something that was not without reason thanks to its history' guiltily thinks Yua.

    "I was reading the game's terms of the agreement."

    The reactions were automatic, Liel pushed away from the wall looking at it with understanding.

    The other...

    'Groan' "Come on Yua, you know that most of these terms are just there for the Devs to have an excuse to cover their problems, that's why everyone jumps."

    "Well, that should be one more reason why it is necessary to inspect the terms if there is something there that is different from what we agree morally?"

    "So you noticed, too," said the shorter brunette.

    "Yes," said the redhead

    "Did you notice what?" the biggest question.

    “The Devs are working hard to create this gamer, apparently the betas should choose real names in addition to selecting their characteristics without messing with their character, filtering bad words are also not allowing substitutions or numerical complements, as well as the warning of automatic filling in character history, they’re really trying to make the world look as realistic as possible. "informs Liel

    "There was an NDA in the contract, which basically said that this game is doubling as a field test for joint research between various universities and government-supported organizations, any disclosure of this out of the game, could result in a fine or imprisonment and that will be covered by this NDA that you are signing. "Continue the girl.

    "So, they're creating cutting-edge AI that is responsive when everyone has fun, I get it." the tallest one shrugged easily: "There is no need to do a big thing, I think"

    "There is no ... 'sigh' Gael do you know how bad things can get if it turns out? We can possibly go through another cold war if the AI's don't turn against us!" informs the other with a tired look.

    "We will cross that bridge in the loyal future at that moment I believe that we should seize this opportunity, besides this and Typer-moon the probability of having another situation 'Kishinami' is as certain as Gilgamesh being self-centered".

    "Ho .. do you think the NPC's have gained any awareness as in Moon-cel?" asks Liel raising one of his eyebrows

    "I don't think ... I bet it will happen".

    "No bets" replies the girl, massaging her forehead with her left hand.

    "Blows away pleasures" grumbles Gael.

    "It wouldn't be valid if everyone already knew the result"

    " that makes sense." Liel agrees, his gaze passed over another group of players emerging from identical doors at one end of the floor, the group sporting a wide variety of hair colors. "So, how many fandons do you think we will see represented here in the Beta?"

    "Two dozen, I've seen Final Fantasy, Tales of Zestiria and a possible Alucard, from Hellsing. " His frown fell." Someone also pretended to be a pretty obvious Deadpool. "

    "Yes, I noticed it too," says the redhead "I would like to know how they got this done".

    "Had" answers Liel


    "There was an option to deepen the mechanics of creating your character" continues in a monotone tone.

    "W-what ?!"

    "Yes, it was an image that looked like a tool that was floating on the right side of the mannequin" agrees Gael.


    "You didn't notice, did you?"

    Fortunately, Yua was saved from her 'interrogation' by a loud cough that caught the attention of everyone in the room.

    In turn, all three teammates set their eyes on the suit-clad figure, wearing a bright red stole.

    The man, a version of Waver Velvet, also known as Lord El-Meloi II, in his position on the stage that was near the wall to the east of the hall, with a dispassionate air looked at the mass of players.
    After a few moments, he sighed. and said, "Well, at least Lord Halstrog, he didn't scare many of you, I'm glad he followed my advice and restrained certain servants from all of you, that's a good thing."
    Fortunately, Yua was saved from her 'interrogation' by a loud cough that caught the attention of everyone in the room.
    In turn, all three teammates set their eyes on the suit-clad figure, wearing a bright red stole.
    The man, a version of Waver Velvet, also known as Lord El-Meloi II, in his position on the stage that was near the wall to the east of the hall, with a dispassionate air looked at the mass of players.

    After a few moments, he sighed. and said, "Well, at least Lady Halstrog, he didn't scare many of you, I'm glad he followed my advice and restrained certain servants from all of you, that's a good thing."

    One of the players in the crowd grunted a little loudly for not having chosen, his companions will agree when the NPC really stopped abruptly, freezing in place before turning to the man in question, then the lord of the Clock Tower scolds him "Listen to your damn brat, Lady Hastrong may have been happy to put up with all of you with low compatibility or too powerful servers and watch them melt as part of the experiment.

    But I am one of the only people willing to really talk about their experience in the Grail War, so let me clarify something: Servants are not and never will be, tools, all fools in the fourth war who thought that way died horribly because they did not try to understand or work with their partner. "

    He pointed a finger at the now shocked player and continues, "And if you think it would be better to try to share a soul and a mind with an incompatible or alien servant, then you are too stupid to work here."

    "Now, does anyone else want to complement this fool?"

    " Good, if there are no more interruptions then I will return to explain about this project".
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