So, as an attempt to get them out of my head, maybe-maybe-not get them developed into full ideas either by myself or somebody else, I'll be posting a few here, yes?
First one we've got is a series of crossover scenes that infested my head. Only one of them really goes on for any kind of length, but they're what I was able to write. Heck, you could say that in the gran scheme of things, they're not even finalized. But they all take place within the same story. Anyways, here's the random crossover idea:
Spoiler: show
“We’re lost.” The blue knight puts it as bluntly as possible, his red lance casually slung across his shoulders. The blue swordsman sighs calmly beside him, his new found freedom of movement not at all being detracted by such things.
“Does that really matter so much?” He asks the knight lightly, “We are obviously not at the site of the Holy Grail War, so it would be wise to gather information on our location.”
“I guess; this certainly isn’t the Grail War. Last thing I remember from that was being eaten alive by that Assassin summoned in place of you.”
Assassin nods, grimacing, “That must have been what it was.” When he notices Lancer’s confused expression, he sighs, “I was consumed by something from the inside out; I must have been used as a catalyst by that Assassin’s Master.” Both Servants sigh, continuing their trek through the abandoned city.
Both Lancer and Assassin had been summoned into this strangely empty city approximately an hour ago. There had been no signs of any type of Master around, but they had both found themselves fully supplied of prana. Heck, there was enough mana in the air of this city that they could probably go all-out without worrying. But the total lack of people in the area had been troublesome, and combined with the fact that their war had already ended had led both Servants to agree to working together until they could figure things out.
“Hey, isn’t that one of those flying-machines?” Lance blinked following Assassin’s finger. Shielding his eyes from the sun, the Servant noticed the strange flying thing in the distance.
“Well what’da know? Maybe we can figure this thing out sooner than I thought.”
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“They’re doing rather well, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, they really are.”
“Potential recruits?”
“Am I that transparent?” The two girls chuckled; they had known each other since they were nine years old, brought together by the steel will of their third friend.
“I can see why Nanoha-chan has her eyes on these two; both of them have a lot of potential.”
“Well, that and one other reason.” The brown hair girl cocked an eyebrow, making her blonde friend smile and bring up a holo-screen with an incident report from 4 years ago.
“I remember that! It was just before we were about to take that Hot springs vacation, right?” The other girl nods.
“If you remember, Nanoha and myself saved a pair of girls who had been caught in the fire during that incident. The two turned out to be sisters, last name Nakajima.”
“So, Subaru Nakajima is…?”
“The person Nanoha saved back then.” The brunette gave a low whistle, leaning back as she watched the exploits of the B-Rank mage exam. Then she sat back up, leaning forward, watching the screen carefully. Her instincts as an investigator and aspiring commander told her that something was off about what she was seeing, but…
The sudden blaring of alarms in the small transport confirmed her worst fears.
“Lieutenant Commander Yagami! Fate-san!” The brown-haired, glasses-wearing girl appeared in a small screen to their right, obviously frantic about something.
“What’s wrong, Shari?” Hayate Yagami asked, suddenly on edge.
“We suddenly detected a high-level mass summoning event in your location. It’s similar to the Gadget Drones from before!”
Fate Testarossa-Harlaown grimaced. “Do we have permission to intervene?” Her aid shook her head sadly.
“We’re working on it, but you know how the superiors are about high-level mages…”
Hayate cursed under her breath. As the aces were forced to wait for permission to engage, those two girls would be alone in the midst of whatever had been called up.
---
“This is pretty easy.” Subaru Nakajima tells her partner, crushing a target beneath the heel of her roller-blades.
“Don’t get too cocky, Subaru,” Teana Lanster says, loading a pair of cartridges into her device, “it’s not over yet.”
“I just thought it’d be harder than this,” the blue-haired girl says, “don’t you think so, Tea?” Her partner was about to agree, before noticing the shadow out the Corner of her eye.
“Subaru-!” She shouts, causing her partner to turn, her eyes greeted by an incoming slab of concrete.
---
The moment Lancer saw something -or someone- rocket out through one of the concrete buildings he left his companion behind, heading strait for the source. The fastest Servant closes the distance in a matter of seconds, bringing his spear into a ready position. Ahead of him, lies two people; an orange haired girl in a simple white jacket, holding a silver and brown gun-like weapon, and, dressed in black armour that conceals the wearer’s identity…
“A Servant!” Lancer snarls, charging forward. He doesn’t fully understand what another Servant is doing here, but the way it’s advancing towards the girl, who obviously has no idea what’s going on, pisses him off. The weapon in his hand glows an ominous red, prepared to strike down the opposing knight.
“Gáe-” he says with power, drawing the lance back for a quick thrust at the opponent’s feet.
“-Bolg!” The name of the Nobel Phantasm is declared. The spear of Ireland’s Man of Light bends impossibly, bearing down on its opponent. Its curse is to absolutely pierce the opponent’s heart, so when it hits the Black Knight, it strikes… his shoulder.
Lance is dumbstruck; his spear has missed its target. Quickly, he removes the weapon, grabbing the girl and leaping away.
“My Gáe Bolg missed its target,” Lancer all but growls, standing between the Knight and the girl, “how’d you do that?” The Knight says nothing, reaching to an exposed pole and ripping it clean from its place in the ground. It swings the improvised weapon before turning towards Lancer.
“Tch… not much of a talker, huh? Well that’s fine with me!” Lancer charges again, throwing his lance towards the Black Knight. With a deafening clang, the lance meets the pole, neither side budging. Lance thrusts again and again, trying to push his opponent into a corner. But the knight blocks every strike, his weapon not even dented by the furious assault.
A blast of orange smashes into the knight, causing both opponents to pause; the orange haired girl had fired a magical burst from her weapon. Cautiously, she keeps the gun trained on her target, while setting up for a better position.
“You shouldn’t have done that, kid,” Lancer says, “now he’s gonna go after you just as much as me.”
“Then there’s no problem right?” she asks with a smirk, “He came after me before, so backing up somebody who saved my life can’t end up any worse, right?” Lancer chucked; the girl reminded him of Archer’s master, however brief their meeting had been.
“Yeah, fine, let’s do this. They call me Lancer, by the way.”
“Teana Lanster.”
“Well then, Miss Lanster, let’s do this!” The knight of the lance charges his opponent for the third time, now backed up by blasts of orange magic. But the Black Knight holds firm, dodging the strikes that it can, and batting away the ones he can’t. The battle lasts for several more seconds until-
“TEA!” The forgotten girl charges into the fray. Her right punch flies forward, capable of shattering steel with the momentum. The Black Knight dodges to the side, letting the strike annihilate the concrete wall behind him. He jumps away as a sword swing enters into the spot he was just standing in. The second Servant has also joined the fray.
Suddenly, an army of shadows rises from the ground in front of the knight. They look much like beasts, red eyes glaring at the four attackers, and claws promising death for the unwary. Lancer frowns at the most recent development.
“Oh, so you have friends too? You should have told us; it would have made it much more fun!” They take up their own fighting stances, prepared to engage the beasts.
“So, you two girls up for this?” Assassin asks, taking stock of his opponents.
“We need to beat them to get out,” Subaru says in a determined tone, “so we don’t have any other option, right?” Assassin nods, before the three close-range fighters engage. The summoned beasts are far weaker than the knight, falling to far simpler strikes. Subaru smashes her armoured fist through one and Assassin cuts one down with a single slash. But each time one falls, another takes its place. The sea of beasts may be weak, but they’re endless. The longer the battle continues, the more likely a mistake will be made. And the minute they make a mistake, their opponents will kill them.
“Raising Heart?”
“Load Cartridge.” The compressed capsule of magical energy enters the chamber, exploding to release its contained power.
“Divine… BUSTER!” The wall of pink magic smashes through the walls, wiping out the shadows it strikes. The Black Knight takes advantage of the distraction, disappearing into the darkness behind him. The four fighters stare at their saviour; the girl in white walks into the room, a warm smile on her face. In her left hand, the long staff, topped with a golden spear-head, a red jewel in the center. In releases a cloud of steam as it ejects the spent cartridge.
“You all did well,” Nanoha Takamachi says, “So, let’s head home; the B-rank Examination is canceled, and I’m sure you four could use some rest anyways.”
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“Is this it, is this it, Naruto?”
“Sure is, Ilya-chan! Welcome to Konoha!” The boy grins widely at the small girl as she cheers. They have only known each other only a short time, but had somehow grown close. It weirded Jiraiya out to be totally honest.
“And what about you, big guy?” The 7 foot man Ilya calls Berserker only snorts. Jiraiya sighs to himself.
“Right, you can’t speak, can you?”
“Look, look, Ero Sennin! It’s Konoha!” The frog Sage twitched, unhappy that the girl had picked-up on the nickname Naruto had given him. But, considering the strange circumstances surrounding her, he lets it slide. She and her giant guardian had appeared out of thin air one day while He had been training his charge. When they had spoken, she had muttered something about a Holy Grail, some guy named Shirou (her older brother, it seemed), and a bunch of stuff he didn’t really understand. He was praying that somehow Tsunade could make some degree of sense out of it all.
“Come on, Ilya-chan! I’ll take you to Ichiraku; it’s the best ramen stand in the whole world!” The young Ninja takes off, full throttle, the girl on his shoulders happily shouting for the boy to slow down; Berserker follows at a more subdued pace, but quick enough to keep the pair in view at all times.
“What have I gotten myself into now…?”
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Archer stopped to take stock of his current situation. He had died, again. He’d left a crippled Shirou Emiya with a final weapon to be used against the Shadow. But he had a feeling the boy had just used it to achieve his own ends. Which, in retrospect, was kind of his goal in the first place; Heck, maybe Shirou had died using the weapon! But right now, such things didn’t matter. The Grail War had to have been over by now, but not only was he still around, but he was somewhere he’d never seen before. He’d woken up to some huge festival; the only way Archer knew he was still in Japan by the languages used. He’d discretely made his way into the large Sewer system. But it was only going to buy him time.
“Who’s there?” Ah yes, he’d tempted fate again. He turned to face the newcomer, finding a tall, tanned girl with dark hair. She’s pointing a gun at him, and carries an air of experience. She might actually pose a challenge to him.
“I think the better question,” the Servant asks casually, “is why you’re down here looking for me.”
“I’ve been hired to exterminate rats like you.” She says, her finger tightening on the trigger. Instinctively, Archer projects Kanshou and Bakuya, preparing to fight his way to freedom, when a light clapping echoes from the other side of the tunnel.
Turning, Archer sees a girl much shorter than the gunslinger, her brown hair done up into two odango, giving her a vaguely Chinese feel. But what intrigues him about her, is the odd feeling of magic. It reminds him of a Magic Crest, but on a higher level.
“That’s quite enough Mana,” the newcomer says lightly, “it wouldn’t be right to blindly attack this stranger before we’ve had a chance to… talk.” She regards Archer, her smile reminiscent of a cat that had just cornered the fattest, juiciest mouse in the house.
“That was some mighty interesting magic, there Stranger-san,” she says with a hint of amusement, “creating weapons equable to Pacto artifacts. Yes, very interesting indeed.”
“You know of magic? Are you a Magus?” The girl laughs at Archer’s question.
“Oh, no, no. I’m nothing of the sort; I’m barely a magic user, much less a magus. I’m merely somebody who has a certain goal in mind and is trying to gather people to achieve it. Which leads us to the present; I was wondering, Stranger-san, if you might be inclined to help me achieve this goal of mine.” Archer regards her for a moment, before dropping his guard ever so slightly.
“Oh? And what goal could this possibly be?” The girl known as Chao Lingshen smiles, putting her long sleeves together in front of her face.
“Why that’s simple; I’m going to “save everyone” of course.”
“Does that really matter so much?” He asks the knight lightly, “We are obviously not at the site of the Holy Grail War, so it would be wise to gather information on our location.”
“I guess; this certainly isn’t the Grail War. Last thing I remember from that was being eaten alive by that Assassin summoned in place of you.”
Assassin nods, grimacing, “That must have been what it was.” When he notices Lancer’s confused expression, he sighs, “I was consumed by something from the inside out; I must have been used as a catalyst by that Assassin’s Master.” Both Servants sigh, continuing their trek through the abandoned city.
Both Lancer and Assassin had been summoned into this strangely empty city approximately an hour ago. There had been no signs of any type of Master around, but they had both found themselves fully supplied of prana. Heck, there was enough mana in the air of this city that they could probably go all-out without worrying. But the total lack of people in the area had been troublesome, and combined with the fact that their war had already ended had led both Servants to agree to working together until they could figure things out.
“Hey, isn’t that one of those flying-machines?” Lance blinked following Assassin’s finger. Shielding his eyes from the sun, the Servant noticed the strange flying thing in the distance.
“Well what’da know? Maybe we can figure this thing out sooner than I thought.”
---
“They’re doing rather well, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, they really are.”
“Potential recruits?”
“Am I that transparent?” The two girls chuckled; they had known each other since they were nine years old, brought together by the steel will of their third friend.
“I can see why Nanoha-chan has her eyes on these two; both of them have a lot of potential.”
“Well, that and one other reason.” The brown hair girl cocked an eyebrow, making her blonde friend smile and bring up a holo-screen with an incident report from 4 years ago.
“I remember that! It was just before we were about to take that Hot springs vacation, right?” The other girl nods.
“If you remember, Nanoha and myself saved a pair of girls who had been caught in the fire during that incident. The two turned out to be sisters, last name Nakajima.”
“So, Subaru Nakajima is…?”
“The person Nanoha saved back then.” The brunette gave a low whistle, leaning back as she watched the exploits of the B-Rank mage exam. Then she sat back up, leaning forward, watching the screen carefully. Her instincts as an investigator and aspiring commander told her that something was off about what she was seeing, but…
The sudden blaring of alarms in the small transport confirmed her worst fears.
“Lieutenant Commander Yagami! Fate-san!” The brown-haired, glasses-wearing girl appeared in a small screen to their right, obviously frantic about something.
“What’s wrong, Shari?” Hayate Yagami asked, suddenly on edge.
“We suddenly detected a high-level mass summoning event in your location. It’s similar to the Gadget Drones from before!”
Fate Testarossa-Harlaown grimaced. “Do we have permission to intervene?” Her aid shook her head sadly.
“We’re working on it, but you know how the superiors are about high-level mages…”
Hayate cursed under her breath. As the aces were forced to wait for permission to engage, those two girls would be alone in the midst of whatever had been called up.
---
“This is pretty easy.” Subaru Nakajima tells her partner, crushing a target beneath the heel of her roller-blades.
“Don’t get too cocky, Subaru,” Teana Lanster says, loading a pair of cartridges into her device, “it’s not over yet.”
“I just thought it’d be harder than this,” the blue-haired girl says, “don’t you think so, Tea?” Her partner was about to agree, before noticing the shadow out the Corner of her eye.
“Subaru-!” She shouts, causing her partner to turn, her eyes greeted by an incoming slab of concrete.
---
The moment Lancer saw something -or someone- rocket out through one of the concrete buildings he left his companion behind, heading strait for the source. The fastest Servant closes the distance in a matter of seconds, bringing his spear into a ready position. Ahead of him, lies two people; an orange haired girl in a simple white jacket, holding a silver and brown gun-like weapon, and, dressed in black armour that conceals the wearer’s identity…
“A Servant!” Lancer snarls, charging forward. He doesn’t fully understand what another Servant is doing here, but the way it’s advancing towards the girl, who obviously has no idea what’s going on, pisses him off. The weapon in his hand glows an ominous red, prepared to strike down the opposing knight.
“Gáe-” he says with power, drawing the lance back for a quick thrust at the opponent’s feet.
“-Bolg!” The name of the Nobel Phantasm is declared. The spear of Ireland’s Man of Light bends impossibly, bearing down on its opponent. Its curse is to absolutely pierce the opponent’s heart, so when it hits the Black Knight, it strikes… his shoulder.
Lance is dumbstruck; his spear has missed its target. Quickly, he removes the weapon, grabbing the girl and leaping away.
“My Gáe Bolg missed its target,” Lancer all but growls, standing between the Knight and the girl, “how’d you do that?” The Knight says nothing, reaching to an exposed pole and ripping it clean from its place in the ground. It swings the improvised weapon before turning towards Lancer.
“Tch… not much of a talker, huh? Well that’s fine with me!” Lancer charges again, throwing his lance towards the Black Knight. With a deafening clang, the lance meets the pole, neither side budging. Lance thrusts again and again, trying to push his opponent into a corner. But the knight blocks every strike, his weapon not even dented by the furious assault.
A blast of orange smashes into the knight, causing both opponents to pause; the orange haired girl had fired a magical burst from her weapon. Cautiously, she keeps the gun trained on her target, while setting up for a better position.
“You shouldn’t have done that, kid,” Lancer says, “now he’s gonna go after you just as much as me.”
“Then there’s no problem right?” she asks with a smirk, “He came after me before, so backing up somebody who saved my life can’t end up any worse, right?” Lancer chucked; the girl reminded him of Archer’s master, however brief their meeting had been.
“Yeah, fine, let’s do this. They call me Lancer, by the way.”
“Teana Lanster.”
“Well then, Miss Lanster, let’s do this!” The knight of the lance charges his opponent for the third time, now backed up by blasts of orange magic. But the Black Knight holds firm, dodging the strikes that it can, and batting away the ones he can’t. The battle lasts for several more seconds until-
“TEA!” The forgotten girl charges into the fray. Her right punch flies forward, capable of shattering steel with the momentum. The Black Knight dodges to the side, letting the strike annihilate the concrete wall behind him. He jumps away as a sword swing enters into the spot he was just standing in. The second Servant has also joined the fray.
Suddenly, an army of shadows rises from the ground in front of the knight. They look much like beasts, red eyes glaring at the four attackers, and claws promising death for the unwary. Lancer frowns at the most recent development.
“Oh, so you have friends too? You should have told us; it would have made it much more fun!” They take up their own fighting stances, prepared to engage the beasts.
“So, you two girls up for this?” Assassin asks, taking stock of his opponents.
“We need to beat them to get out,” Subaru says in a determined tone, “so we don’t have any other option, right?” Assassin nods, before the three close-range fighters engage. The summoned beasts are far weaker than the knight, falling to far simpler strikes. Subaru smashes her armoured fist through one and Assassin cuts one down with a single slash. But each time one falls, another takes its place. The sea of beasts may be weak, but they’re endless. The longer the battle continues, the more likely a mistake will be made. And the minute they make a mistake, their opponents will kill them.
“Raising Heart?”
“Load Cartridge.” The compressed capsule of magical energy enters the chamber, exploding to release its contained power.
“Divine… BUSTER!” The wall of pink magic smashes through the walls, wiping out the shadows it strikes. The Black Knight takes advantage of the distraction, disappearing into the darkness behind him. The four fighters stare at their saviour; the girl in white walks into the room, a warm smile on her face. In her left hand, the long staff, topped with a golden spear-head, a red jewel in the center. In releases a cloud of steam as it ejects the spent cartridge.
“You all did well,” Nanoha Takamachi says, “So, let’s head home; the B-rank Examination is canceled, and I’m sure you four could use some rest anyways.”
-----------------
“Is this it, is this it, Naruto?”
“Sure is, Ilya-chan! Welcome to Konoha!” The boy grins widely at the small girl as she cheers. They have only known each other only a short time, but had somehow grown close. It weirded Jiraiya out to be totally honest.
“And what about you, big guy?” The 7 foot man Ilya calls Berserker only snorts. Jiraiya sighs to himself.
“Right, you can’t speak, can you?”
“Look, look, Ero Sennin! It’s Konoha!” The frog Sage twitched, unhappy that the girl had picked-up on the nickname Naruto had given him. But, considering the strange circumstances surrounding her, he lets it slide. She and her giant guardian had appeared out of thin air one day while He had been training his charge. When they had spoken, she had muttered something about a Holy Grail, some guy named Shirou (her older brother, it seemed), and a bunch of stuff he didn’t really understand. He was praying that somehow Tsunade could make some degree of sense out of it all.
“Come on, Ilya-chan! I’ll take you to Ichiraku; it’s the best ramen stand in the whole world!” The young Ninja takes off, full throttle, the girl on his shoulders happily shouting for the boy to slow down; Berserker follows at a more subdued pace, but quick enough to keep the pair in view at all times.
“What have I gotten myself into now…?”
-----------------
Archer stopped to take stock of his current situation. He had died, again. He’d left a crippled Shirou Emiya with a final weapon to be used against the Shadow. But he had a feeling the boy had just used it to achieve his own ends. Which, in retrospect, was kind of his goal in the first place; Heck, maybe Shirou had died using the weapon! But right now, such things didn’t matter. The Grail War had to have been over by now, but not only was he still around, but he was somewhere he’d never seen before. He’d woken up to some huge festival; the only way Archer knew he was still in Japan by the languages used. He’d discretely made his way into the large Sewer system. But it was only going to buy him time.
“Who’s there?” Ah yes, he’d tempted fate again. He turned to face the newcomer, finding a tall, tanned girl with dark hair. She’s pointing a gun at him, and carries an air of experience. She might actually pose a challenge to him.
“I think the better question,” the Servant asks casually, “is why you’re down here looking for me.”
“I’ve been hired to exterminate rats like you.” She says, her finger tightening on the trigger. Instinctively, Archer projects Kanshou and Bakuya, preparing to fight his way to freedom, when a light clapping echoes from the other side of the tunnel.
Turning, Archer sees a girl much shorter than the gunslinger, her brown hair done up into two odango, giving her a vaguely Chinese feel. But what intrigues him about her, is the odd feeling of magic. It reminds him of a Magic Crest, but on a higher level.
“That’s quite enough Mana,” the newcomer says lightly, “it wouldn’t be right to blindly attack this stranger before we’ve had a chance to… talk.” She regards Archer, her smile reminiscent of a cat that had just cornered the fattest, juiciest mouse in the house.
“That was some mighty interesting magic, there Stranger-san,” she says with a hint of amusement, “creating weapons equable to Pacto artifacts. Yes, very interesting indeed.”
“You know of magic? Are you a Magus?” The girl laughs at Archer’s question.
“Oh, no, no. I’m nothing of the sort; I’m barely a magic user, much less a magus. I’m merely somebody who has a certain goal in mind and is trying to gather people to achieve it. Which leads us to the present; I was wondering, Stranger-san, if you might be inclined to help me achieve this goal of mine.” Archer regards her for a moment, before dropping his guard ever so slightly.
“Oh? And what goal could this possibly be?” The girl known as Chao Lingshen smiles, putting her long sleeves together in front of her face.
“Why that’s simple; I’m going to “save everyone” of course.”