Scene #7170: FateParadox: Wishes Granted

Owner	Pose
Eryl Fairfax	The world of boundless possibilities has resolved into a white boundless void, occupied only by the Holy Grail and the victors of the fight. Clow Reed slumps to sit down, dismissing his staff and letting out a long-held breath. "It's finally over..." With a sudden flash, the image of Nagi separates from him, hovering in the air. Translucent, fading, but still present. "A single fight to the death, and you're already this tired?" Clow lets out a tired laugh in response. "I am not much of a fighter, I'm afraid." In a flash, mirrors of this event happen to everyone else. Those they bonded with, those whose powers they channelled, peel off from them to hang in the air beside them. Gwyn looks to his granddaughter and Master with pride partially concealed by bushy brows and beard. Rynith offers a tender smile to Touta. Shogo gives Reiji a thumbs up as Misha lurks behind him. This is the last chance to get it all out. This is something everyone present knows instinctively. Once Cenedril makes her wish, the world will return to normal, and the Servants will fade away, for good this time.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Jeanne should be dead right now. She unleashed that... That THING that her other self would have only used once. That would have only been used to secure victory at the ultimate cost. She used it without a second thought, and yet here she is. Rather than looking disgusted with herself for relying on that side of her, for doing it so easily, though... Jeanne looks calm. She used it without a second thought, and she feels fine. With that setteld in her mind, it's time to just close her eyes and reflect on... ... Wait. Shouldn't she be dead right now? Opening one eye slowly, she looks around at the white void around her before spotting the others and the distinct lack of mana waning from her body. "I get it now. We're all dead and waiting, aren't we? That was..." Jeanne furrows her brow, and she grunts. "... It went better than expected, I guess."
Touta Konoe	It really was. It was without a doubt over. If there was any doubts the visage of the Servants slowly beginning to fade is enough of how close they were to midnight. To how close they were from waking from this long dream. It's a relief though in these final moments to see these faces for a final moment. Though there's one face that seem more calm than usual. So calm in fact that as Jeanne has her eyes closed Touta ends up poking her cheek for a moment in that peaceful state she has for a moment. That won't be a problem right? Though when she brings up her statement on dead and waiting he can't help but furrow a brow as well. "Look, you better not be fading too. You weren't even a Servant summoned in this war. Besides, you're gonna have to pick up the slack for Rynith now." It's a sly jab, but a simple remark to Jeanne, 'You better not leave too ya hear?' Though as he sees that she's ok he turns back to see Rynith. Even as she fades, as she gives a final smile to which he can't help but pull out his Pactio card one last time for her to see. "You won't mind if I still hold onto this will ya, partner?" After all, even if she was gone it's not like he was going to allow himself to forget her anytime soon. Though there was still one more Servant hear he needed to address. Still one more person that Touta had business with. Something that he had really wanted to do and do it proper. He looks at that Servant, he knows who he is before looking back at Rynith. He really does want to ask her so many things about that final moment, he wants to assure her that he'll be fine, as well as see if there's anything else that she wanted said. But he only gives that brief moment before he heads back over to Nagi. "Glad you think that way too, cause now that you're job's over I'm expecting these last few moments of 'family bonding' to be real worth while old man." Even after all the non-sense they just went through, even after all the injuries the groups sustained, even with everyone probably giving Touta a stink eye for even trying to suggest something like this at what should be such a peaceful moment, he's still challenenging the fading Servant to one last bout. While the others might think it selfish. While they might think it unnecessary, he can imagine that Nagi and Rynith know well enough why it is that he's doing this now, while he still has time. "Not gonna let death be your cop out, are you Mr.Thousand Master?"
Priscilla	"To be unreasonably fair to the man, such was hardly one's ordinary battle of mortal peril. Whatever mine expectations were, they were not this." Priscilla all but sighs out in Nagi's direction. Even for her, a fight of that scale had taken it out of her somewhat, albeit muchly from the adrenaline involved, and the sudden invigoration and paradoxical use of a Diametric Miracle. She seems more than happy to take a moment off, leaning on her weapon, catching her breath to a slow and steady pace, examining where she'd been injured previously, and letting it sink in mentally that they were somehow finished with it. All except one minor detail, at least. The whole reason they'd started this. As the spectra image of Gwyn separates from her, it is this time, and this time alone, that she is finally able to look back at him with as much a smile as possible. Not an awkwardly familial one, or one borne of halfway awe, or simple satisfaction for another move in the Grail War completed, or even one to mask any kind of sadness or dread. She looks at him with something like sympathy. Understanding. The eye to eye moment shared by two people who finally 'get' one another. "Thou art a stubborn man." she says, still faintly grinning. "But not in the way that I had once thought. A heroic resolve maketh well of a Heroic Spirit, but I knoweth that thine own wish was granted long ago. By thine own hand. I see that stubbornness of thine is not one in service of persisting forever, but to never change a thing --to never do differently that which was that granted it." "A man who shalt never change his ways, and need never do so, who stubbornly holds that world --that dream of his-- far above anything else, including even his own existence . . . There is no need to continue to ply that man for neither his wisdom nor his aid. That will of thine is plainly clear to me. I am not so willfully blinded by myth and deed . . . nor am I so different, as I hath found." "Rest east then, Gwyn. There is no need for the living to call upon thee again; thine sacrifice is already twice over what anyone is owed. Leaveth that incorrigible habit of thine behind, and be content in knowing that there is still one amongst thine descendents who knows, truly, who thou were. I shall be the light that thou sought. It is not in mine nature to be otherwise."
Eryl Fairfax	"You're not dead," Clow says to Jeanne with bemusement in his voice. "This is merely the core of the paradox, wiped of any sapience. The moment between 'the granting of the wish' and 'the wish undoing the granting of the wish.' Once Cenedril makes her own wish, reality should reassert itself." The magus goes quiet again for a moment, before speaking once more. "You expected that attack to kill you, didn't you? So why did you do it?" Rynith smiles at Touta. It's a slightly teary smile, but a genuinely happy one nonetheless. "Nothing would make me happier." She gasps lightly however, when Touta throws down the gauntlet at Nagi. "Touta, no! You could be using this time to-" "Sounds great," Nagi says. Witha flourish, he throws off his robe and raises his fists, before patting his chin. "C'mon kiddo. I'll let you have the first swing. Show your great-grandpappy the weight of your fists." As the brawl brews, Gwyn 'sits' cross-legged, and smiles at his own descendant. "Thou art wise, wiser even than mine own court. Ever were they visiting mine throne, bearing only the duties I had assigned them, begging me for mine counsel. No man, not even a king, should outlive thine kingdom, thine age." He lets out that sigh only old men can, that deep belly exhalation, the rumble that usually proceeds a cough. "But upon these final moments, I ask thee Priscilla; has thou made a decision regarding mine most hidden secret, revealed during tea? What willst thou do about mine given child, if anything?"
Ritsuka Fujimaru	Jeanne had no connection to any of the Servants here. She had only a loose connection to one of the Masters involved. Why, then, did she even get herself involved to this extent? 'You expected that attack to kill you, didn't you? So why did you do it?' That's the question that keeps lingering in the Avenger's head. She still has no idea. It makes even less sense when Touta start spoking her, her brow twitching slightly in her first show of annoyance within this void. "Tch... Like I'd be that lucky. And what's that even supposed to mean?" She snaps, scowling for a moment before grunting in a vaguely amused sort of way. "Getting more confident after surviving this war, I see. Don't let it get to your head too much now." Eventually, she gets up to loiter near him while mulling over that question and leaving Touta to his brawl with Nagi and Priscilla to her discussion with Gwyn. "Because I felt like it. Other than that... Hell if I know." She exhales slowly through her teeth, caught somewhere between a grimace and a sigh. "But... I have a feeling you're going to read too much into it. Your type usually does that, right?" That, somehow, sounds less annoyed than anything she's said this whole time. "So tell me. What do you think it is? If the answer's good enough, I might not even try to stab you after it."
Priscilla	"Thou flatter me to sayeth so." Priscilla says, in an incredibly rare tone of facetious understanding. "It is never so simple to knoweth the mind of a king, never mind a god-king of legend, as one of his subjects, no matter how devoted nor clever. The legacy built so carefully did its work. Even I kneweth, understood, so little of the man behind it, until we wouldst come face to face beyond crown and country, outside the reach of Flame, under such strange circumstances." She follows only with a slow, measured breath outwards, sitting herself down and gradually closing her eyes for several seconds of thought, opening them again in just the same way. "Of course. Though so short an occasion, scarcely a day hath passed where it hast left mine thoughts alone. There is a great deal I hath come to seen in all this time. Things I hath learned, both through victory and through loss. Regrets I bear whilst moving forward from them. I cannot say I hath lead such a purposeful life as thine own for all this time, but the meaning of what it is I hath done is clear enough to me." "I shalt bringeth her back home. Whatever such entails --whatever it shalt take-- I shalt find out mineself soon enough. Regardless of what stands in its way . . . I didst say I shared a certain amount of that stubbornness, after all. If it couldst be done by thine hand, I am certain mine own might do something about it." "The long loneliness of our family is at its end, Grandfather."
Touta Konoe	There's a genuine smile as Jeanne gives him the business. "Exactly what it sounds like. You better be ready to sweep and clean like a pro right now that you don't have Rynith to carry the workload anymore." Touta pats her on the back sorta shoo'ing her into the direction of Reed. "Thanks Jeanne." He says the words softly, assured that even if somehow he did end up getting too confident one day, that she would be willing to throw her hat in the ring for him just like she had for this war. Despite her demeanor, her attitude, and more she was still someone he could consider a friend. Now that the pleasantries were over though, he can focus a bit more. Touta's content that Nagi takes this seriously. He follows suit as he starts pulling off his black gakuran leaving but his red t-shirt underneath. He looks back to Rynith who was already teary-eyed with a smile. "It's fine. I never told you but apparently this is how Springfields end up greeting, least that's what Yukihime told me." There's definitely some clarification to that statement but it's not like there was any time for that. He walks back over to Rynith handing his blade to her, "Sorry Side-stick, this isn't gonna be that sort of fight. So I'm hoping both of my partners can wait for me till the end..." This is the last time he can ask a favor of Rynith, it's the most reasonable one he's asked of her in a while. But if there's anyone he can trust with that blade, she was definitely one of the few people here he could do so with. He starts to get crack his knuckles as he lowers into his stance, "Oh, don't you worry about that. All you better be worrying about is keeping yourself around long enough to give some back." Without another word, Touta kicks off the ground without as much as kicking off the dirt. There's a blur where he was as he appears right up in the fading Servant's face to show him how much weight he's packing in that fist.
Eryl Fairfax	"That's easy; it's because you're a decent person," Clow says to Jeanne. "And not because you are Joan of Arc, a saint, or anything of the sort. It is because you are you." He produces those two cards, The Light and The Dark and holds them up. "These did not bid forward your opposite directly. They merely gave you the opportunity to be what you wanted. It is because you define yourself as 'wicked' and your other as 'forthright' that you manifested her power on top of yours." He tucks the cards away and splays his fingers. "I think you would be much happier if you did not define yourself by being as different from her as you can be. Even your name 'Jeanne Alter' reflects that. Perhaps you should consider taking a new one?" Gwyn lets out a rumbly chuckle. "I am nary so complex. Though Flame brought disparity, 'twas nobody for me to model mineself on. 'tis a privileged only afforded to later generations. Those who shared mine tales bear the responsibility of mine murky legend, not I." He listens patiently as Priscilla explains her goal; to rescue her lost aunt from wherever Gwyn banished her. And when she is done, he raises a hand, and gently pats her on the head. "Then go, with mine blessings. Thou hast created a world where mine necessary evils art expired. Bring her home. But be wary. That city at the edge of the world... 'tis a place I can nary conceive after all this time. A place for Humanity alone. I know not what you may face there now. But I know thine strength is more than enough to match any and all opposition." Rynith takes Side-stick. She still looks uncertain, but she gives a nod. "All right. Good luck." Nagi, true to his word, takes the blow. His head reels back, his foot sliding to brace himself and prevent his fall. "Hmm... not bad." He comes back up, throwing his upper body behind his fist as he punches back. "But can you take what I dish?!" he shouts, his hand a blur as it travels towards Touta's cheek.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	"... You knew, then." Jeanne sounds irritated by Clow's response, letting out a low sigh before shrugging her shoulders. "Of course you would know. Damned magi and your..." She gestures vaguely at him as if that's enough to fill in the blanks, then rubs her forehead while relaxing visibly. "How else could I define myself? It's what I was summoned... Created to be. The opposite of that purity, the anger that she could never indulge in, the vengeance that he thought she deserved after what happened." She eyes the two cards while removing that headpiece of hers, tucking it under and arm and craning her neck back and forth to... Relax? Let her hair down? Look slightly less threatening, perhaps. "But... My own identity, you say? It's like that stupid mirror all over again." She chuckles briefly with that usual vaguely condescending tone of hers, but it somehow seems less so since her grin isn't quite as shit-eating as usual. It's almost like she's recalling something fondly. "Don't believe for a second that I'm not wicked, though. But even 'evil' can..." There's a pause, and then she groans while rubbing her face with her palm. "...Goddammit, I'm losing my edge." Somehow, she doesn't sound as annoyed as she could be at that. "I don't know about changing my name entirely, though... It'd be confusing enough for dumbasses like him." She gestures at Touta with her headpiece, sticking it under her arm again while turning to watch his fight with Nagi. "... Besides. I rather like being called 'Alter'. It's... Different."
Touta Konoe	A voice resonates within the blade Rynith holds. "Rynith, I'm sure that Touta even now still wants to be able to speak to you directly in these final moments. If it was any other person other than that man I'm sure that he would have simply let things be. Yet, I'm sure you know more than most the type of person Touta is... The fight continues and Touta's punch finds purchase, it reels Nagi back but not by much. Retaliation is quick though as he takes a blow back from Nagi into his jaw. The boy clenches his teeth, his feet digging into the dirt as he slides just like Nagi yet as though he had dropped an anchor his feet pin themselves to the earth as he keeps to where he was. The kid spits blow out of his mouth before giving a smirk. "Please, like I'm worried about getting showed up by a drained Servant. You're the one who better put some extra oomph in the next one." Truth be told though he can feel just how seriously that fist had been already, hell even his legs had buckled a little from that one. Would it deter him though? Hell no... "This is probably the closest he'll ever get to fighting his actual grandfather before it happens...Something he knows he can't refuse the opportunity on, no matter how much he'd want to do otherwise. Touta stares down Nagi, seeing his frame continue to fade faster and faster. He's not even sure if his blows will continue to get to him at this point. He might as well be a ghost. Though thankfully he does have something for such a scenario. Black Miasma accumulates over his arms given them the familiar form of gauntlets. Once again he'd charge back like he did before, using Shundo to get into Nagi's face looking ready to completely slam his fist powered-up fists into the specter, though it's a feint. He uses Shundo once more in an attempt to get to one side of his, and then slam his elbow into Nagi's side like a kidney shot. Well...If there's one difference between him and Negi, it'd probably be at the very least he's not afraid of pulling stunts like that in a fight. "That said, if there's anything you'd want said I'd be sure to make sure that he receives your words...For that you have my promise. Also speaking of losing edges Miss Alter, you should take this opportunity to ask Miss Rynith on some tips. You may very well need them when she's gone..." Did the sword just take a shot at Jeanne...Kinda sounded like it.
Priscilla	"Such is the grave burden carried by that those who first lead unto things never conceived by others before them." Priscilla says. "It is exhilirating in its own way, and yet anxious all the same, for there art none to instruct thee, none to look to for example, and any falter shalt be none but thine own, for others in future to look upon and learn from. For an entire kingdom --an entire world-- I can scarcely imagine." "In truth, without regard to how necessary it shouldst be felt, the knowledge that thou understandeth, and that thou feel in such a way as well . . . even if it is still far from true guidance, in such a rare thing as this which so direly begs that any couldst exist, thine blessing remaineth . . . emboldening." she says. "Even for what it is, it shalt hold a place in mine heart. A certain warmth no doubt in need for cold times soon to come. Thou has mine thanks. I shall be certain to maketh good use of it."
Eryl Fairfax	"I've been keeping an eye everyone who got involved in the Grail War," Clow explains in a placating tone. He listens to the Servant patiently, before gesturing at her with an open palm. "Then let me ask you this; if your sole reason to exist was to be that opposite, why do you have doubts? Why do you long for something else, something you can't place?" He smiles, and taps his nose. "I'll tell you a secret about we magi; we act far more certain than we should. There was a time where I believed my foresight was perfect. I laid out a plan for events that would take place long after my death. And for the most part, it all went as expected. But there was one thing that differed from my idea. A small change, brought about by the whims of the heart." He points to Jeanne. "And I see those same whims within you. The heart is a fickle but powerful thing, Jeanne Alter. When it pursues what it wants, nothing stands in its way. Not destiny, not foresight, and certainly not the conditions for one's existence." Rynith listens to Side-stick as she watches the fight, gasping as Touta takes the blow, and moves faster than a blink to bury an elbow in Nagi's side. He wheezes, still tangible, and his hand lashes out to catch the boy by the head. "Pretty quick there kiddo. I remember that move. The black stuff too, Negi had that." He yanks Touta from the ground and buries his fist in his descendant's gut. "Touta..." Rynith murmurs, before speaking low so only Side-stick can hear. "Before I met you, I feared that my sole legacy was that I would always die unfulfilled. I thought the girl I loved like a daughter would become a tool for her mother, and I thought I would die having achieved nothing in this Grail War. But thanks to you, I made it to the very end. I found out that that girl gained many friends and broke free of the life laid out for it. And you gave me you, one more person to treasure. You saved me from my legacy, and gave me a new one. So please, continue it. Become a happy person, surrounded by others who love you as much as you love them. As long as you do that, you'll be doing me proud." Nagi looks to Rynith, then his own hand. "Okay kiddo, I think I'm about to go. So let's put our all into this exchange. I'm going for your face, so don't hold back!" The man shudders with magical power, his fist visibly glowing with it as he covers the distance, swinging to strike Touta's cheek...! "I am gladdened that you feel thusly," Gwyn says. "Upon learning of mine secret, thou seemed displeased. I hath believed that mine image had been tarnished in your eyes. I nary could hath blamed thee." He's smiling somewhere under all that hair. "Thou hast sent me off with the best possible gift. Thank you." They're all fading now. Cenedril speaks up. "I um... think I have my wish ready. So say goodbye everyone!"
Ritsuka Fujimaru	"Yes, yes, big talk coming from a...!" Jeanne furrows her brow when she realizes that she's replying to a sword. She opens her mouth, purses her lips, then sighs and shakes her head. Somehow, it's not the dumbest thing she's seen. "Just because I was made that way doesn't mean I couldn't..." Jeanne starts responding to Clow, then crosses her arms with another odd look on her face. When /did/ she start doing things beyond that baseline desire to just not be the original? What was it she was even doing? Somehow, realizing that Clow Reed's still right just makes it worse. "Heh... You're not too far off track, I guess. You could have guessed a lot worse." Shaking her head, she closes her eyes as she mulls over just what those whims may be even now. From her silence, she probably has a grasp of what they are. She sure as hell isn't going to /tell/ anyone what they are, though, especially not here and not now. "... Could have guessed closer, but alas." Of course that contrarian streak will never fade, even if it's a pretty weak attempt this time more than any other. Jeanne's distracted, after all, looking deep in thought while watching the interactions between the remaining pairs. It's not until Cenedril chimes in again that she finally refocuses. She actually stays quiet. Rynith and Nagi before get long looks from the Avenger. Certainly not hostile and definitely not friendly, but more curious than anything else as she looks between the two and the strange vampire boy they're associated with. Gwyn gets a more goading smirk, but only for a moment before she turns back to Clow Reed once more with a standoffish grin. "... Heh. Doesn't look like anyone else is here to say their goodbyes to you, so... I'll think about what you said."
Priscilla	Priscilla almost laughs. A thin, dry, yet somehow genuinely entertained chuckle escapes her. "I cannot imagine anyone who wouldst be pleased to learn of such a thing so suddenly, grandfather." she says. "But ultimately, in the image of a Heroic Spirit, thine time on earth is short. I am gladdened in the end to hath heard of it at all, regardless of its inauspicious content and timing, else it may well hath been lost forever." "Given one last chance, things such as these shouldst not go unsaid, simply for being dark tidings. I am not so fragile. Nothing thou left behind is." She smiles one more time. "Reality tarnishes the image of one who hath been exaggerated far beyond it, in his many years since departing, but it does much to elucidate the character of a man, and all he hath done, whilst he is before thine eyes. As with all things, the adversity in such wishing is an inextricable part of the granting. It is taking those things upon mineself that hast lead me this far; to reject such out of hand wouldst be far from whom it is that I am." She thinks of something, then winces, just a little, before resolve settles into her voice. "If there is another, somewhere, lost as I am, even if only a pale shadow of it, I will find them." Still, she knows it can't last forever. As much as she might wish it would, Priscilla cannot keep Gwyn. Four times over, he has made his will perfectly clear, and it'd be a betrayal of everything she'd said to be unwilling to face that fact. Without better words to leave with, the last thing she does is wrap her arms around the fading Servant, and whisper "There was once a time I had wished to do this once I was grown. I had nearly forgotten. Beg thine pardon, that I taketh this one last chance as well." Once she's able, or rather finally forced, to let go, Priscilla makes herself look towards Cenedril, standing back up once more. "Very well, Lady Cenedril. Thou hast done more than enough to earn it. Go forth, in turn, with mine blessing."
Touta Konoe	There's a sly smirk that accrues on his face as he lands his blow, though...It's only for a moment as he's palmed by the older Springfield. He'd try to get break free, to get in another strike, anything he could but just as he's about to use shundo once more, Nagi lefts him out of the ground like pulling roots. There's literally stones under Touta's feet that get ripped from the ground as it happens. He doesn't even get the courteousy of seeing Nagi's fist as it lands into his gut. Touta would end up flying like a bullet into one of the walls of the voidless space. Trying to pick himself up he find himself still having to spit-up a bit. It's a little unslightly, but frankly when has Touta ever been in a position that didn't exactly force him to work for what he wanted? Hell, wasn't that part of his charm? Of course he gets back up though, his hands still gleaming with those dark gauntlets. "Man, you gotta bring him up now too? Just focusing on fightin' me you old goat!" That was probably a bit rude but he's well aware. He knows that probably even more so that Negi's power was way stronger than what Touta was packing. Though it didn't mean he wanted to be reminded of it. Well...Okay not entirely true. He really did want to see how Nagi scaled to Negi, and how he would scale to the two of them. That was the whole reason for this encounter in the first place after all. So with that thought in mind, Touta tries to put those other lingering thoughts into the back of his mind. He tries to focus as Nagi warns of the forthcoming conclusion. Even without his hoop, Touta's doing everything he can to focus his chi, to circulate the blood in his body and begin the process of Revolution... "Hmmm...If I were an immortal, I'd probably tell you how dangerous those words are to someone like Touta. Someone who's generous to reach out to others, but will more than likely have to experience the loss that comes with losing those that surround him. Thankfully...I'm not as such, and perhaps I might end up like you. One of those he surrounds himself with that he'll lose one day. Though, I will make sure he receives your final words. I hope that will let you rest peaceful, Miss Rynith. Meanwhile back upon the battlefield the wind at Touta's feet circulates, the ground crumbles little by little as the symbol of yin and yang encircle him. While Touta does seem to accomplish his goal, the miasma on one side of his body begins to disperse though the gauntlet on the otherside begins to become more reptilian in appearence as it slowly appears less as a gauntlet and more like an odd layer of armored skin that wraps around to his shoulder, yet even still he still seems undeterred by it. If anything he meets Nagi's challenge as he charges him one last time. Touta reels back that darkened fist one last time as if he was planning to use it to trade blows with the magical fist that Nagi was preparing. An equivalent exchange of force would likely go into both of their cheeks, possible a double knock out...A conclusion that would have been just like if it were a fight between Nagi and Negi... "I'm not Negi though!!!" The black fist collides and intercepts with Nagi's fist. The impact creating a shockwave upon their clash. At that point Touta rather than going for a double-ko was trying for a battle of attrition. Something obviously he would win with a fading Servant...Or was it? "Magic Cancel Blow!". Touta would let loose another strike from that fist. That regular fist, as he let the force in his miasma fueled one dissipate, he'd let Nagi reel forward as he over-extend and them slam that blow right into his gut with that magic negating strike. Perhaps it'd be something Nagi'd be familiar with, but not something he'd be able to associate with Negi at the least...
Eryl Fairfax	Clow chuckles. "That's okay. I said all my goodbyes the first time I died. I don't need anyone to send me off. Thank you for hearing me out Alter. If you could indulge me one more time?" He points to the Grail. "Once the wish is granted, the paradox will resolve, and my Masters from the past War will be free. Please, see them home." Gwyn hugs Priscilla back. Despite his size and strength, it's a surprisingly tender embrace. "Farewell Priscilla. Mine granddaughter, and inheritor of mine will. 'twas an incredible joy to meet you again." Nothing else needs to be said. Fists clash, and Nagi pushes against it. Only to stagger forward as Touta lets him win the struggle and slam his other first into his gut. The Magic Cancel blows a hole through his stomach, making him gasp as his presence fades faster. "Whoa! You little shit! Anything to win, huh?" The mage wheezes, and raises his hand again. But this time, he just tossles Touta's hair. "Good match. You definitely take after me more than Negi. Sorry it couldn't go longer." Rynith breathes a sigh of relief, and stabs Side-stick into the ground. "Thank you for everything Side-stick." To Touta, she offers a bow. "Goodbye Touta. And again, thank you." She bows to everyone else also, wrapped up in their goodbyes as they are. Always polite, that one. Cenedril extends her hand to the Holy Grail. "Hear my wish, Holy Grail! I wish... for my family to come alive again, from this moment on! Not to undo their deaths, but bring about the miracle of their resurrection!" The cup flashes, a torrent of light issuing over the brim and spilling over, shattering the white void about them. One by one, the Paradox Servants begin to fade. Gwyn dissolving into embers, Nagi into red feathers, Rynith into motes of light, Shogo into individual elements. Clow simply begins to fade as if he was never there. "Thank you, everyone. And goodbye," are his last words. And then everyone is in the cave again. Sigils are still casting light, but the entrance is open once more. Four people lay on the floor, asleep. All girls, nearly identical, varying only in the length of their brown hair and the clothes they wear. Three of them bear a single Command Seal each, which fades away before their eyes. "I guess these were Clow's Masters... splitting the Command Seals between them to fuel their Servant together? That's pretty brilliant..." Cenedril murmurs. "Oh! But! I um... should head home huh? To see them... and write down everything I experienced there. Flame sorcery..." She wriggles her fingers as she stares at them. "I can't make it happen anymore. But I know how it feels now. Maybe, with practice and study, I can revive it..." She looks to the four on the ground. "Oh, but we should help them first, huh?" She bends down, and starts lightly slapping one to try and wake them.
Ritsuka Fujimaru	"Why am I always stuck babysitting...?" Jeanne laments her lot in life when Clow makes that request of her, rubbing her face again moments later. She could have just said no, but she didn't. Once everyone's goodbyes are said, verbally or otherwise, the Dragon Witch awaits the wish of the victorious master. She listens, she watches, and she waits as the Grail, uncorrupted by the Paradox, finally grants Cenedril's wish. "... Did it work?" Jeanne asks as she glances around the cave, taking note of the four unfamiliar sleeping girls. CEnedril speaks, and Jeanne groans. "Of /course/ he had four Masters. It wasn't enough for the magus to just stick to one, was it?" At least she's sticking around to help wake them up (with her boot).