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Eins
For the elements, silver and iron. For the foundation, stone and the Archduke of Pacts. And for the ancestor, my great master, Schweinorg. Close the gates of the four directions. Come forth from the Crown and follow the forked road leading to the Kingdom. Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill. Repeat five times. When each is filled, destroy it. Set.
Heed my words. My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me! I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world. That I shall defeat all evil in the world. Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!
[This is a master (haha) post for Fate/PSLs! If you need anything specific tailored to your character (like a starter that doesn't start with the summoning like the above) let me know! We'll work something out over PM or Plurk.]
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His garb is not elaborate by any means, but it's all in black from shirt, trousers, to longcoat. His eyes are closed tightly, giving him a more innocent look at first. His left hand depicts an ouroboros tattoo, the only real giveaway for what his identity might be. He looks young, though. Probably about the same age as the one who summoned him. But the most unsettling part is what is emanating from inside him, as if there wasn't just one of him present, but an entire throng of people all concentrated in one single location.
It takes him a second before he even turns to her, but that's only because he's taking in what it means to be alive again.]
As much as it pains me to say it, I'm going to ask the inevitable. Are you my master?
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Yes! [She speaks confidently,] I am your master.
[And, to make it clear, she holds up her hand revealing her command seal.]
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He steps out of the circle, hands in pockets. Only then does he open his eyes, which does much to offset his more 'friendly' appearance. That's from the Prince, not from him.]
You should know, I'm used to having people fall in line with me. I'm never been much of a follower. [Here he smiles, which has a way of looking downright menacing. It seems he can't avoid that.] But if we're after the same thing, I can make an exception. So what's your name?
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Once the magic settled and the light faded, details of the figure became more clear. An average sized man, clad in blue with white pants and blue boots. His hair a vibrant red, bold like fire, but his eyes, clear and blue like water. For the moment, he carried no weapon... and to be honest, his overall demeanor seemed quite humble.
Strange, for a Heroic Spirit.
The Servant looked over to Rin once he got his bearings, and spoke in a calm, polite voice.]
Are you my Master? The one who called for me?
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On her hand are three red marks. Her Command Seals that allow her three inviolable orders.]
I am, but who are you? What kind of Heroic Spirit are you?
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He only offered a small chuckle and an earnest smile.]
Forgive me, but you surely know I cannot tell you who I am. Not yet, anyway. I can tell you "What," though: I am what you see before you, and for now, you can call me "Saber."
Might I ask your name, in spite of my own lack of manners?
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Despite not looking like a warrior, the mana pouring from her is unreal. It doesn't resemble what should be coming from anything that is or once was human. If anything, it feels like an aura that should belong to something that preys on humans. Despite her eerie appearance and aura, her voice is... ]
My Love! Your bride, Berserker, is here to serve you, in sickness and in health.
[ ...excited. Immediately, her personality does not fit with her appearance or power. Although, she thinks this girl is more out of place than anything else. ]
...Um, excuse me? Where would my husband be?
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Oh nooooo. No, no, no! She fucked up.
Like...
Thoroughly fucked up. She's screwed. She can feel it in her bones. Something about this seems off. She couldn't have possibly messed up the summoning that bad, could she?]
You're not... Saber...
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[Maybe this isn't the best compliant to raise right in front of a Berserker, but if she's going to call Rin "my love," then Tohsaka certainly has the right to say she's mistaken.
Rin's expression twists as she falls to her knees wailing about how she messed up big time.]
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[ It is almost like whatever is being said to her gets to Elphelt's ears translated into something different altogether. She is a Berseker, after all, which means communication is difficult even if her sanity is more or less intact. ]
--Wait. You're my husband? You're...much shorter than I would have expected. And more girl, too. Still, though, handsome in your own right, as I would expect.
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Thousands of years. Somehow, the thought is incredibly lonely.
He opens his eyes slowly to regard his summoner. She may think for a moment that she has what she seeks &mash; resplendent in his imperial finery, Peony does actually have an ornamental sword at his side. But it's only for appearances. He can honestly barely wield the thing, he always preferred to fight with his own two hands. That way, he didn't have to shed any blood if he didn't want to. His eyes study Rin from top to bottom. She's so young. He smiles in greeting, and for a moment it's the regal smile of an emperor.]
So, you're my master... Rider Peony Upala Malkuth IX, last emperor of Atlantis, at your service.
[He bows dramatically. When Peony pops back up that regal impression goes right out the window as the corners of his lips tug out further. Peony laughs, warm and pleasant but entirely too informal for an emperor.]
Man, I'm relieved! I thought for sure it would be a bunch of dour old guys scrabbling for the grail, but you're pretty cute.
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[Knees weak. Arms heavy. She's fallen to the floor already.]
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Mom's spaghetti. She's on her knees with her face in her hands trying not to cry. It's two a.m. and she's been setting up this circle for hours. She used so many gems, and practiced her incantation in her head all day. She did her best, and still... still this. A low groan that's close to a whine echoes in her hands as she dramatically feels sorry for herself.Her father would be disappointed.]
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Hoping for someone in particular? I can feel your strength, master. You don't need to rely on the luck of the draw.
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Her patience runs out at about 7am, so of course she ends up back in Rin's room, staring down at her from beside the bed. Not that there's much to see, with Rin bundled up in the covers the way she is. Mordred scowls. ]
Hey. Wake up, lazy Master.
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It's going to take much more than that to rouse her.]
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I said wake up, dammit! [ She yanks on the covers, pulling them (and possibly Rin, depending on how bundled up she is) off the bed entirely. Rest in pieces. ]
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that was gonna be cute let's send this to hell instead
Are you my Master?
R.I.P. both of them
But it doesn't take long for her to take his complete image in. His hand holding not a jewel covered sword, but a staff. The weapon of a caster.
Rin's expression falls along with her shoulders. Her small stature sags a little, and compared to him she's practically child sized. The young woman sighs.]
You aren't a Saber, are you?
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How astute. You are correct; I am a Caster.
[Nikolai glances around.]
Perhaps that is a good thing. The defenses here are... lacking. At the very least, they need to be renewed. Shall I?
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Something changed inside her. That much she knew for certain. She felt the corruption festering her soul, tearing away at her mind and forcing her to feel despair greater than anything she knew before. She wished for nothing more than death, yet when she felt the tugging of the grail drawing her back to Fyukui how could she refuse? She of all people knew that second chances were rare, and the possibility of reverting everything that had gone wrong in her life seemed too enticing to pass up.
The tumultuous sound of a thunderclap heralded her arrival as she materialized in the Tohsaka living room. Raw magical energy cackled forth, sundering the room and scattering books, furniture, and knickknacks as the room tried to contain the summoning energy. After a few moments it dissipated, forcing itself outward as it blew out the windows. Rin would have a fun time trying to explain that one to the neighbors in the morning.
For the moment though Saber paused as she gazed around the room, surveying the chaos of her entrance. Inside that time freeze on the hill, she felt trapped inside her own mind. Here in the more permanent world she could feel how heavy her new armor felt on her frame, yet at the same time she felt stronger than ever before. She paused, extending her hand to examine her dark purple gauntlet, but only for a moment. She pushed her thoughts to the side. More pressing matters demanded her attention.
Where was her Master? Had something gone wrong with the summoning ritual? ]
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Barreling in, Rin throws open the door to the room. She's prepare for anything, or at least she thinks she is, but all that self assurance dies away upon seeing the form of her servant.
Not shock, but awe takes hold of her. The way the moonlight filters in and glints off the armor, how it reflects in her hair and illuminates the pale skin of the foreign woman in the room... The stunning image takes her breath away, and prevents her from turning on the light in favor of staring. There's an underlying tone of something wrong here, but that nagging feeling is so small that she ignores how it makes the room feel heavy.
The fingers on the hand that holds her command seals twitch. She takes a half step forward, but she's at a loss for words.]
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third time's the charm?! maybe. I filled ur post with garbage I'm sorry
Merlin has nothing but time.
He cannot physically leave his prison, but he can allow his soul to be summoned to a time when the grail is close to taking shape. Its mere presence makes the rules easy to bend, makes it possible for Merlin to temporarily manifest himself so long as he's tied to a Master. Perhaps indulging in a whim like this will count as another sin, but with all the possibilities in this era, he can't resist being there to see them in real time...
Merlin manifests in a whirl of fragrant petals, briefly filling the workshop with the radiant light of Avalon. It fades in the blink of an eye, leaving the magus standing there as he quietly inspects the command seals on her hand.]
Greetings, Master.
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H—hello. You're — [No, it can't be. Can it? She holds her hand with the command seals close to her chest. She tries to get a read on his parameters, but her focus isn't quite what it normally is. She's so distracted by his...
Everything.]
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The identity of her class is perhaps a bit obvious with the bow and quiver stocked with arrows slung together on her back; she is an Archer, though a diverse skillset allowed her to be summoned as a Caster, as well.
The armor she wears is decorated with skulls and points. Beyond the Grail's magic that makes her a Servant, Sylvanas still flows with the cursed, evil magic that once ravaged her, that left her as she appeared before Rin. Undead. A banshee.
Dramatically long eyebrows furrow together, a dull scowl on her face. Red eyes that seem faintly to be glowing glower down at the frail-looking girl meant to be her partner.
When she speaks, her voice is almost tinny. There's an unnatural tint to what would otherwise be a beautiful voice. She asks with some sarcasm and a bit of loathing: ]
Are you my Master?