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THE END
You've walked for what feels like ages down the highway as a group- all those who chose uncertain freedom over certain death. Within an hour, Mayfield became a distant speck on the horizon before ultimately fading into the hills and trees. The only sign of the place you've escaped is the sky, which remains an eerie brown even after night falls and you've put Mayfield hours behind you.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
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Oh hai Ciel.]
Yes. I'd actually like to have more to be frank. Working as a Counter Guardian is a very burdensome occupation.
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[LEANS OVER AND SCRUTINIZES YOU]
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...before she realizes she's not wearing her glasses right now
oops
calmly puts hand back down...]
What do you think? Read the mana of the air for yourself. I know you're no Caster, but you should be able to tell that much on your own.
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Something is certainly different. This area...this isn't Mayfield. Or at the least, not exactly Mayfield. It is very different. But that much alone cannot clue me in. It would be best to not be so vague. Don't you like long-winded explanations? I could use one.
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Mayfield is finished, the original model and all its admins went down. The last sane one was a good person, so she left us in charge with the system to continue building a world of our own. The system dragged you back in the process, I see.
[a beat, and she finally looks back up with her usual soft smile.]
Was that short and concise enough, to cover all that you may have needed to know?
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[He looks around the area afterward. So. This is their town now?]
You said we have the system to build a world. Does that mean we cannot return to our old one?
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About that. You don't have a very strong sense of self-identity, do you Archer?
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I think it's frightening that I can't tell if you're trying to make a joke or not. What happened?
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[He sighs.]
You're being purposefully coy now. Just spit out what you want to say.
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Think of it as another paradox. You're being summoned through alternate universes, so there's more than one copy of you. The current 'you' is one such copy that's stuck here as long as the system will hold, but the other 'you's are still performing their duties diligently elsewhere. So in a sense, your vacation actually just began. Does that make sense?
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The one where Gilgamesh was defeated by Saber and he was killed by Berserker.
The one where Matou Sakura and Emiya Shirou fell in love and changed his course in life, making him a hero for one instead of six billion.
The one where Tohsaka Rin won the Grail War and he parted ways with her, finally at peace in a way.
The last was the one he remembered. But there were still two other versions of "Archer" in the other Grail War occurrences. He wonders what will happen to those Archers, who didn't get trapped here like he did. But he's not really trapped, is he? Well...maybe in a way he is.]
I see. Then this is a permanent settlement for me is what you're trying to say. I didn't think I would get an unmeasurable span of time off. To think that, rather than going home, we are staying here for good.
[Not that he cares, despite his tone. It was better than working like a slave for Alaya. He tied up his loose ends back with the Grail War and now he had a place to call "home". ...But it was strange. To be in one place without movement across timelines again.]
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["This" being the town they now stood in, of course.]
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So. Are you ready to take on another vacation, Archer?
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[It was like she said. He had no true self-identity. Any normal person might outraged or the least saddened to know that they can never return home. That there is no true home for them. Archer can only look upon it with indifference.
And yet...a chance at a perfectly normal life...]
I don't know really. ...If I can display a moment of honesty, I feel almost lost. I wonder if you could understand my sentiments.
[It was something he wouldn't display to many, but he had come to understand Ciel in the time he knew her. She had seen his life and seen his memories and in return he had seen hers. So, perhaps if only a little, he hopes she understands this feeling of displacement.
It wasn't that he was sad to be a data copy. He just didn't know what to do if not be a janitor.]
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[And yes, yes she does. ...But those are totally legit excuses, right?]
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[A SIGH. And he was so ready to have one of those so called ~feelings jams~ everyone keeps talking about, but now the moment has passed as fleeting as it was.]
Either way, I don't have much choice now do I? I'll have to learn to adapt.
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Good to hear. I'll pass on that. Killing you once was a necessary action because you were being bothersome about me doing my duties. [ARCHER.............] I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Water under the bridge. What sort of people are we to forgive death and the ones who killed us?
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[And a light laugh.] You already know what you know, so I won't even bother addressing that.
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Hm but that would be a bit much. Just the knowledge might be enough, as morbid as it might be to say. Who exactly congratulates someone for being able to kill them? I don't know how we can properly live like this without anything going on. Even if you say you've adjusted to being domestic I can't believe it at all.
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[oh please keep saying that and you'll make her blush... u///u] I wasn't exactly congratulating you though, I just thought it was interesting and you might like to hear about it. I won't try to convince you if that's what you really think, but now that we're stuck, why don't you just stay around and see for yourself?
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I really do think you wanted to congratulate me. But, I'll let it pass. I have no choice but to stay around. Maybe I should take up a position that will let me keep my normal ways however. If everyone has returned then that means even the troublemakers are back. ...Perhaps I should become a vigilante. What do you think?
[Because screw being a cop, that means he would have to abide the law.]
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No, veto'd. You're going to become a cook. I'm thinking of opening a bakery, but we can turn it into a restaurant if you're willing to cooperate.
[A beat.]
You can be a vigilante as a side job, though, but you're only allowed to put hours into it after midnight. Do you understand me, Archer?
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