Apple Street Agency [FF]
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FateStay Night
Apple street agency
-Prologue-
Moscow, Russia
(Important Note: THe Another Prologue bit is actually meant ot be read after episode 3. Recommended for optimum read)
[Prologue->Episode1->Episode2->Episode3->Another prologue->Episode4->Episode4 1/2->Episode 5->Episode6]
A single Blue prismatic blast created a giant explosion as it ripped through the ghastly, shadowy building. The Sheer force of the blue ray incinerated everything that lay in its path, buildings turned to rubbles, skyscrapers fell, entire stretch of roadblocks crippled and cut in half, gouges formed in line of the rush hour streets of Moscow. Crowds poured out of their cars and buildings, panicked, frantic of the horrifying destruction that the single strain of blue ray imposed upon their thriving city.
The scene was nothing short of...Artistic in a strictly third person sort of way. There was nothing the inhabitants could do before that display of absolute and total destruction,before the blue blast that traversed as far as the eye could perceive, it all seemed mysterious yet verging on the border of magic.
For a moment, there were nothing else but the continuous rumbles of crowds streaming out of the scene like men possessed. Little by little the number of people around the vicinity lessened, replaced by scores of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks surrounding the very source of the destruction. And soon, battalion police officers started raiding the building, trying to apprehend this unclear threat.
People gasped their breath thinking that the nightmare was seemingly over as long dead silence followed the raid. But soon enough the relief turned to grieve as rays of light machined out of the building in an unstoppable burst. Each blast, as strong as the initial attack gradually leveled the entire city of Moscow.
Large section of the city burned down to charcoal, engulfed in a surge of conflagrations after conflagrations. By the end of the outburst of fire, Moscow was no longer the beautiful city it once was, reduced to a graveyard of demolished houses and fallen skyscrapers.
Right in the middle of all the destruction, Chief Officer of the district, Yuri Arshavin broke through the flaming door and made his way inside the burning building, Alone and unassisted, Ignoring his colleagues' attempt to stop his audacious individual action.
He knew the obvious risks this boldness would get him to but he had his own personal motives behind his egoistic act, he wanted to save his fellow officers from this burning hell, but more importantly he desperately wanted to uncover the truth behind the woman’s claim.
***
Officer Yuri met this flashy woman around two years ago when he had just been promoted to his current rank. That night he and his fellow friends spent their night on a bar, gulping American Beer and Scottish Whiskeys, they celebrated the success he achieved after years of endeavor and hard work.
As one would expect, none of them managed to stay sober and stand up on their feet by the end of their party except Yuri, who had the responsibility of chief officer in his mind had to walk home to bed despite the dizziness and haze that accompanied this event. But his doziness didn't really give him the liberty of safe walking, overtaken by fatigue, he walked inside a seemingly abandoned building before immediately plunging into deep slumber.
Next day he woke up and found himself lying on a sofa inside a smoky room, confronted by a beautiful woman in her mid thirties, clad in a shallow White Shirt and black Levi jeans. she had a short blue hair which reached down her neck, her eyes were sharp and deep, telling a unique story of her own. What's more she was Asian, a rare sight in the rather dull streets of Moscow. He met many woman in his past but this, he had to admit was the most attractive of them all.
She introduced herself as Touko Aozaki, an architect and the owner of this building. Apparently the woman found himself lying on the doorstep of her elevator early in the morning and helped him up to her room.
She added by giving him her contact number and telling him that she's an expert at supernatural cases and shouldn't hesitate to call her anytime. At first it all sounded ridiculous to him, pragmatism was the code with which he lived with and supernatural things didn't seem so alluring to him than the woman herself.
He started his early days in chief position with the expertise expected of an individual like him, but not long after he began confronting strange cases that never came to be solved. As it turned out, the previous head in chief had plenty of cases that were unsolvable by virtually any methods available and left undisclosed.
Finally, after streaks of cases went unsolved, he reluctantly went into contacting Touko with his blueberry hand phone. Surprisingly the woman managed to handle everything with ease, cases that baffled his subordinates seemed like child's play to her. Since then, he began to rely on her professionalism in such a case.
As time grew they became closer, not in a girl-boy sort of way but more like a friendship. Contrary to his first impression, Touko was not exactly the type that you'd like to share your life with, more like a tomboy than a girl she was better suited as a friend than being a girlfriend. One day, during a minor chat in her office. She stoically revealed something that he never even dreamed of, it was a shock but strangely he accepted it without any single doubt in his mind.
“Yuri, I'm a mage."
Strange, he was a pragmatist yet he didn't question the truth of her claim. Perhaps she thought it was safe to reveal her identity, perhaps she wanted something to share with her friend. Whatever the reason, she said those words, hearing them straight from her, there was no more turning back for Yuri Arshavin. The world isn't as normal as it seemed and mages were probably the least of what he can expect to see...
***
Striding through the fire and the obnoxious black gas fumes, Yuri Arshavin sprinted to the nearest emergency stairway and pushed open the door, the lights inside the room wasn't functioning but the fire hadn't reached as far as this fire proof container. That still allowed for a fast run over the stairs which he did immediately.
Reaching the third floor Arshavin charged on the door, only to find it stuck right there like a magnet. Pulling out his .357 Magnum from his holster strapped on his belt, Arshavin stood beside the doorknob and started firing his gun at the stuck knob. Soon, the knob lost its strength and splintered off the door, giving way for Arshavin to cross. The third floor, he found out wasn't actually burning rather; it was fully intact as if unaffected by any external influences.
Shaking off the anomaly of his head, Arshavin rushed towards Touko's wooden office door and immediately charged in, wielding his .357 magnum in his right fist.
What he first saw inside the room was Touko, sitting on a black briefcase which was trembling and shaking almost frantically. The source of the blast had to have been here but there wasn't anything, not even a single hole was on the ceiling.
Everything was quiet like it had been cut off from the outside, on the far corner of the room were all four of his officers, collapsed on the ground, the faint motion of the officers' stomach indicated that they had life left in them.
“Touko!! Are you alright??
Yuri ran towards the confused Touko. But soon his steps came to a grinding halt and he was trapped in his position, motionless. He tried to move his body but the invisible bind wasn't something that could be freed from easily.
“It seems my barrier didn't cover as much as it should. Hah... her Blast weakened most of what's left of it."
Said Touko, still sitting on her shaking briefcase.
“What's the meaning of this Touko!!?? Answer me!!?"
“Oh, Yuri, there's a case to be solved I presume. I'm sorry but this agency is currently off business.?
“Stop shitting me!! Half of Moscow is in rubbles and that's all you can say!!? Bullshit!"
Touko's eyes focused on her affiliate, her expression crippled, glaring at the man helplessly dangling on the air with a hint of killing intent.
“I am a mage, thought what do is swinging magic wands and chanting petty flying spells? If so then you're sadly mistaken Mr. Yuri Arshavin... do you happen to know what's inside this briefcase right now??"
A short silence followed before Yuri made a Nod. It wasn't long before Touko took off her glasses and spoke.
“This briefcase holds an army of a thousand mythical beasts, crammed inside this pocket dimension, Each around the rank of C, some up to B. The one trapped inside the briefcase is the fifth Sorcerer... My sister, Aozaki Aoko. The blasts are mere byproducts of her magic. Her true strength is far more fearsome than what you've seen so far Mr Arshavin. And I assure you The only thing that can match her is a blast from a nuke."
Arsahvin swallowed every last bit of saliva in his mouth, there was no single stutter in her speech. What she's telling is the truth then they're going to see something much fearsome than they'd seen so far. As Arshavin sank in deep contemplation the shakes on her briefcase stopped. Cold sweat formed on her forehead before dropping down her nose.
"..It seems she's done with the killing, That's my trump card wasted for nothing.?"
Touko stepped away from the briefcase and drew a star on the air, the maneuver tightened the grip of space. Channeling every one of her mana on this one Move, Touko used every one of her mana to brace for what's to come.
“The 651st . Remember to tell this to those who searches for me...please, as a friend."
“To..."
Before he could finish his last sentence, his mind shut down and he collapsed on the ground, released from the grip of space.
"“Now come to me with your full strength Aoko, Let's get this long cycle of hatred to a close."
Slowly the briefcase trembled, starting at low then gradually the shake built up and blue lights started seeping out side the briefcase. Seconds later, the briefcase slammed open along with a giant ball of blue energy, engulfing Touko, along with everybody inside this ghostly building of Moscow.
-Prologue End-
-Prologue-
Moscow, Russia
(Important Note: THe Another Prologue bit is actually meant ot be read after episode 3. Recommended for optimum read)
[Prologue->Episode1->Episode2->Episode3->Another prologue->Episode4->Episode4 1/2->Episode 5->Episode6]
A single Blue prismatic blast created a giant explosion as it ripped through the ghastly, shadowy building. The Sheer force of the blue ray incinerated everything that lay in its path, buildings turned to rubbles, skyscrapers fell, entire stretch of roadblocks crippled and cut in half, gouges formed in line of the rush hour streets of Moscow. Crowds poured out of their cars and buildings, panicked, frantic of the horrifying destruction that the single strain of blue ray imposed upon their thriving city.
The scene was nothing short of...Artistic in a strictly third person sort of way. There was nothing the inhabitants could do before that display of absolute and total destruction,before the blue blast that traversed as far as the eye could perceive, it all seemed mysterious yet verging on the border of magic.
For a moment, there were nothing else but the continuous rumbles of crowds streaming out of the scene like men possessed. Little by little the number of people around the vicinity lessened, replaced by scores of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks surrounding the very source of the destruction. And soon, battalion police officers started raiding the building, trying to apprehend this unclear threat.
People gasped their breath thinking that the nightmare was seemingly over as long dead silence followed the raid. But soon enough the relief turned to grieve as rays of light machined out of the building in an unstoppable burst. Each blast, as strong as the initial attack gradually leveled the entire city of Moscow.
Large section of the city burned down to charcoal, engulfed in a surge of conflagrations after conflagrations. By the end of the outburst of fire, Moscow was no longer the beautiful city it once was, reduced to a graveyard of demolished houses and fallen skyscrapers.
Right in the middle of all the destruction, Chief Officer of the district, Yuri Arshavin broke through the flaming door and made his way inside the burning building, Alone and unassisted, Ignoring his colleagues' attempt to stop his audacious individual action.
He knew the obvious risks this boldness would get him to but he had his own personal motives behind his egoistic act, he wanted to save his fellow officers from this burning hell, but more importantly he desperately wanted to uncover the truth behind the woman’s claim.
***
Officer Yuri met this flashy woman around two years ago when he had just been promoted to his current rank. That night he and his fellow friends spent their night on a bar, gulping American Beer and Scottish Whiskeys, they celebrated the success he achieved after years of endeavor and hard work.
As one would expect, none of them managed to stay sober and stand up on their feet by the end of their party except Yuri, who had the responsibility of chief officer in his mind had to walk home to bed despite the dizziness and haze that accompanied this event. But his doziness didn't really give him the liberty of safe walking, overtaken by fatigue, he walked inside a seemingly abandoned building before immediately plunging into deep slumber.
Next day he woke up and found himself lying on a sofa inside a smoky room, confronted by a beautiful woman in her mid thirties, clad in a shallow White Shirt and black Levi jeans. she had a short blue hair which reached down her neck, her eyes were sharp and deep, telling a unique story of her own. What's more she was Asian, a rare sight in the rather dull streets of Moscow. He met many woman in his past but this, he had to admit was the most attractive of them all.
She introduced herself as Touko Aozaki, an architect and the owner of this building. Apparently the woman found himself lying on the doorstep of her elevator early in the morning and helped him up to her room.
She added by giving him her contact number and telling him that she's an expert at supernatural cases and shouldn't hesitate to call her anytime. At first it all sounded ridiculous to him, pragmatism was the code with which he lived with and supernatural things didn't seem so alluring to him than the woman herself.
He started his early days in chief position with the expertise expected of an individual like him, but not long after he began confronting strange cases that never came to be solved. As it turned out, the previous head in chief had plenty of cases that were unsolvable by virtually any methods available and left undisclosed.
Finally, after streaks of cases went unsolved, he reluctantly went into contacting Touko with his blueberry hand phone. Surprisingly the woman managed to handle everything with ease, cases that baffled his subordinates seemed like child's play to her. Since then, he began to rely on her professionalism in such a case.
As time grew they became closer, not in a girl-boy sort of way but more like a friendship. Contrary to his first impression, Touko was not exactly the type that you'd like to share your life with, more like a tomboy than a girl she was better suited as a friend than being a girlfriend. One day, during a minor chat in her office. She stoically revealed something that he never even dreamed of, it was a shock but strangely he accepted it without any single doubt in his mind.
“Yuri, I'm a mage."
Strange, he was a pragmatist yet he didn't question the truth of her claim. Perhaps she thought it was safe to reveal her identity, perhaps she wanted something to share with her friend. Whatever the reason, she said those words, hearing them straight from her, there was no more turning back for Yuri Arshavin. The world isn't as normal as it seemed and mages were probably the least of what he can expect to see...
***
Striding through the fire and the obnoxious black gas fumes, Yuri Arshavin sprinted to the nearest emergency stairway and pushed open the door, the lights inside the room wasn't functioning but the fire hadn't reached as far as this fire proof container. That still allowed for a fast run over the stairs which he did immediately.
Reaching the third floor Arshavin charged on the door, only to find it stuck right there like a magnet. Pulling out his .357 Magnum from his holster strapped on his belt, Arshavin stood beside the doorknob and started firing his gun at the stuck knob. Soon, the knob lost its strength and splintered off the door, giving way for Arshavin to cross. The third floor, he found out wasn't actually burning rather; it was fully intact as if unaffected by any external influences.
Shaking off the anomaly of his head, Arshavin rushed towards Touko's wooden office door and immediately charged in, wielding his .357 magnum in his right fist.
What he first saw inside the room was Touko, sitting on a black briefcase which was trembling and shaking almost frantically. The source of the blast had to have been here but there wasn't anything, not even a single hole was on the ceiling.
Everything was quiet like it had been cut off from the outside, on the far corner of the room were all four of his officers, collapsed on the ground, the faint motion of the officers' stomach indicated that they had life left in them.
“Touko!! Are you alright??
Yuri ran towards the confused Touko. But soon his steps came to a grinding halt and he was trapped in his position, motionless. He tried to move his body but the invisible bind wasn't something that could be freed from easily.
“It seems my barrier didn't cover as much as it should. Hah... her Blast weakened most of what's left of it."
Said Touko, still sitting on her shaking briefcase.
“What's the meaning of this Touko!!?? Answer me!!?"
“Oh, Yuri, there's a case to be solved I presume. I'm sorry but this agency is currently off business.?
“Stop shitting me!! Half of Moscow is in rubbles and that's all you can say!!? Bullshit!"
Touko's eyes focused on her affiliate, her expression crippled, glaring at the man helplessly dangling on the air with a hint of killing intent.
“I am a mage, thought what do is swinging magic wands and chanting petty flying spells? If so then you're sadly mistaken Mr. Yuri Arshavin... do you happen to know what's inside this briefcase right now??"
A short silence followed before Yuri made a Nod. It wasn't long before Touko took off her glasses and spoke.
“This briefcase holds an army of a thousand mythical beasts, crammed inside this pocket dimension, Each around the rank of C, some up to B. The one trapped inside the briefcase is the fifth Sorcerer... My sister, Aozaki Aoko. The blasts are mere byproducts of her magic. Her true strength is far more fearsome than what you've seen so far Mr Arshavin. And I assure you The only thing that can match her is a blast from a nuke."
Arsahvin swallowed every last bit of saliva in his mouth, there was no single stutter in her speech. What she's telling is the truth then they're going to see something much fearsome than they'd seen so far. As Arshavin sank in deep contemplation the shakes on her briefcase stopped. Cold sweat formed on her forehead before dropping down her nose.
"..It seems she's done with the killing, That's my trump card wasted for nothing.?"
Touko stepped away from the briefcase and drew a star on the air, the maneuver tightened the grip of space. Channeling every one of her mana on this one Move, Touko used every one of her mana to brace for what's to come.
“The 651st . Remember to tell this to those who searches for me...please, as a friend."
“To..."
Before he could finish his last sentence, his mind shut down and he collapsed on the ground, released from the grip of space.
"“Now come to me with your full strength Aoko, Let's get this long cycle of hatred to a close."
Slowly the briefcase trembled, starting at low then gradually the shake built up and blue lights started seeping out side the briefcase. Seconds later, the briefcase slammed open along with a giant ball of blue energy, engulfing Touko, along with everybody inside this ghostly building of Moscow.
-Prologue End-
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