Mhmmm...
As he opened his eyes, Shirou noticed a shiny hand beckoning towards him. Taking it, he got up, shaking his head at the sheer absurdity of the dream he had. "Hey, you wouldn't believe what I just dreamt about now..." Voice trailing, it was only then did he realise that...
This was not a dream
Standing before him was the cosplayer from before, her 18-year-old face(?) showing concern at the sight of her weak Master. Though she had managed to scare off the hairy beast, inside she was still feeling nervous, for the emergence of the hairy bipede had put a huge strain on her psyche, especially after feeling malicious ooze emanating from its very soul, filling her with unease at the horror that had stood before her.
But first things first, I must see how my Master's doing...
Seeing Shirou slowly return to consciousness put her at ease, letting out a breath even she did not realise she was withholding. "Master, what on earth was that...?"
Facing the unexpected question, even Shirou was confused, for despite being a half-baked Magus, even Kiritsugu deemed Bigfoot as stuff of legends. To him, he was more familiar with the notions of Vampires and the likes, for there was actually evidence of them existing in official records (some rumours speculate that a certain magical girl fanboy turned himself into one, just so he could live long enough to meet one, though he himself has denied such rumours...)."I don't know... But more importantly, could you please tell me who, or WHAT, are you...?"
Only did Shirou realise now where the incongruity came from. Before he fainted, he saw a young girl, clad in medieval armour, battling against Bigfoot, managing to wound it severely, before preparing to unleash a giant blast of laser. Holy shit, is everyone alright!?
Quickly turning his head, Shirou let out a sigh of relief once he saw that the woods behind were still fine.
No fire, no smoke. Just the quiet sounds of fireflies mating in the wind
"Phew! So, everything is fine, right-"
Whoosh!
"GET AWAY FROM MY BRODDAAA!!!"
And with a giant smash, a tall, hulking figure landed onto the ground, atop which a small girl sat, war paint all over her face. Ilyasviel Von Einzbern had come in full war gear, ready to decimate whichever thieving skank- I mean, whichever enemy had come to kill Shirou.
Mouth agape, Shirou could only stare in disbelief as his 'demure' little sister commanded a hulking brute, shouting profanities from her delicate mouth, shattering his image of her cultivated throughout the years...
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Inside the warehouse, Shinji was carefully assembling the last piece of the puzzle that would have connected him to the city of Thr'yst'oralyn. After managing to get the last piece of the circuitry from that ass Traezyn (damn little cunt, extorting gajillions from him), Shinji finally managed to connect to the servers of Corvantismon, the most trustworthy and secure bank of all time, just like the Swiss banks on earth. Of course, there used to be one more, but just like the Lehman Brothers, they screwed up trying to play God, which led them to bankruptcy, along with new records in surviving 'The highest free-fall without a parachute'.
Heh, heh, heh... Man did it make Euclide chuckle for days on end...
Reminiscing about his former companions, Shinji was about to enter his credentials when he stopped.
That stench, that putrid stench...
No, it cannot be!
Dropping everything to the ground, he began dashing towards the Emiya residence, praying that the worst had not come...