*snicker* Ladies and gentlement, we _have_ transfictionality ... well, we had it before as well, just not as much of it.
"Well, that was a nice little display of rampant stupidity," the words echoed ... if only because he thought they should. It was his mind, after all, even if it looked like a space barren of absolutely anything at the moment.
The consciousness floating in this lack of light and any and all sensation kept oscillating between being annoyed at itself, puzzled at the outcome of its actions, and angry at the instigator of those actions.
The last was easily understandable. No matter how fast he could shift the mental gears, he had never quite been able to manage instantanous blockage of pain receptors - a warning in some form was neccessary for proper preemptive action. Getting your heart and the proverbial pound of flesh shredded and removed, not neccesarily in that order, was not a sensation he cared to repeat experiencing.
The foremost was due to the fact that because of his partially instinctive, partially anger driven response he was now, essentially, a somewhat smaller than volleyball sized sphere. Regenerating a body would take a while on the power constrains he was working with.
The remaining bit was wondering how in hell a simple, if violently overpowered, omnidirectional AT burst could have required the biomass burn that had resulted. Sure, he was working on a tighter reserve than he was used to, but considering the other manifestations of his Field hadn't differed from what he was used to ...
One reasonable answer he'd managed to come up with in the interim, between one twiddling of his mental thumbs and another, was that he still didn't quite have a hang of how the 'rules' of his usage of the Field had shifted in this particular situation.
It looked like some experimentation was in order as soon as his reserves trickled back to a level that would let him pull himself back into corporal existence.
Which, by the look of things, was taking its sweet time alright.
In all, his mood at the time could be best described as sour.
The fact that he could feel his Core moving around as if carried by someone wasn't helping at all.
He conceded that it might be a good idea to look into trying to acquire a greater steady feed of energy than was was currently being mediated to him via said Core, if only to avoid situations like this happening again.
It was too bloody embarassing, damnit.
***
"And?"
"Well, it certainly doesn't feel very powerful for a Noble Phantasm."
"Are you sure it's one?"
"Positive. And anyway, it's got a Servant's aura plastered all over it."
"And you have no idea of what it does, except maybe make for a damn poor paperweight."
"Doesn't really matter. Anything can be useful, in the right circumstances. The researchers back home should be able to find something when we hand it over."
After all, the two Magi thought as they stealthily made their way away from the site of the - well, battle would perhaps be too strong a word - Servants' confrontation, it's not as if the thing is powerful enough to warrant keeping it to myself.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
"Well, that was a nice little display of rampant stupidity," the words echoed ... if only because he thought they should. It was his mind, after all, even if it looked like a space barren of absolutely anything at the moment.
The consciousness floating in this lack of light and any and all sensation kept oscillating between being annoyed at itself, puzzled at the outcome of its actions, and angry at the instigator of those actions.
The last was easily understandable. No matter how fast he could shift the mental gears, he had never quite been able to manage instantanous blockage of pain receptors - a warning in some form was neccessary for proper preemptive action. Getting your heart and the proverbial pound of flesh shredded and removed, not neccesarily in that order, was not a sensation he cared to repeat experiencing.
The foremost was due to the fact that because of his partially instinctive, partially anger driven response he was now, essentially, a somewhat smaller than volleyball sized sphere. Regenerating a body would take a while on the power constrains he was working with.
The remaining bit was wondering how in hell a simple, if violently overpowered, omnidirectional AT burst could have required the biomass burn that had resulted. Sure, he was working on a tighter reserve than he was used to, but considering the other manifestations of his Field hadn't differed from what he was used to ...
One reasonable answer he'd managed to come up with in the interim, between one twiddling of his mental thumbs and another, was that he still didn't quite have a hang of how the 'rules' of his usage of the Field had shifted in this particular situation.
It looked like some experimentation was in order as soon as his reserves trickled back to a level that would let him pull himself back into corporal existence.
Which, by the look of things, was taking its sweet time alright.
In all, his mood at the time could be best described as sour.
The fact that he could feel his Core moving around as if carried by someone wasn't helping at all.
He conceded that it might be a good idea to look into trying to acquire a greater steady feed of energy than was was currently being mediated to him via said Core, if only to avoid situations like this happening again.
It was too bloody embarassing, damnit.
***
"And?"
"Well, it certainly doesn't feel very powerful for a Noble Phantasm."
"Are you sure it's one?"
"Positive. And anyway, it's got a Servant's aura plastered all over it."
"And you have no idea of what it does, except maybe make for a damn poor paperweight."
"Doesn't really matter. Anything can be useful, in the right circumstances. The researchers back home should be able to find something when we hand it over."
After all, the two Magi thought as they stealthily made their way away from the site of the - well, battle would perhaps be too strong a word - Servants' confrontation, it's not as if the thing is powerful enough to warrant keeping it to myself.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm