Eins

[erbe]

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.]

Comments

[erbe]

No.

[Rin tucks a lock of hair behind her ear as the waitress sets down tea in front of them both for now.]

My favorite color is red, my hobbies include polishing jewels and learning magic. I do well in school, and keep my personal life out of school non-existent so it's easier to be a mage. Aside from that is anything else?

[bloodings]

[ At least this time, Mordred doesn't burn her fool mouth drinking the tea too fast. She leans back in her chair like a delinquent with one arm slung over the back. ]

All of that sounds boring. Don't you do anything fun? [ Don't just judge people's lives like that?? ] No wonder you're so weird.

[erbe]

Are you kidding me? Polishing jewels is fun. Seeing something dull and lifeless shine brighter and look even more brilliant than before because of the work you put into it is great! And learning is incredibly satisfying. You've probably never used magic, but to be able to perfect an incredibly difficult spell and pull it off is thrilling. Accomplishment is exciting.

[It's the biggest thing her father would give her praise for. Even now she endeavors and struggles to become better in his memory. Though she does miss being praised for her triumphs.]

[bloodings]

Of course I've never used magic. I dislike magi as a rule.

[ Which is purely because of her mother — and Merlin, to an extent, though he was more troublesome than anything else. Still, some of Rin's enthusiasm seems to get through to her, and she makes a noise of acknowledgement. ]

But I can agree about accomplishing things. Though in my case, it'd be more about killing a strong opponent. [ She takes a sip of her tea, sets it back down on the table. ] ... I shouldn't have to ask, but you've done that too, right? [ Killed people. Mordred might not want to get innocents involved, but Masters are another matter. ]

[erbe]

[Immediately her enthusiasm disappears. Rin's expression turns solemn, and her eyes avoid Mordred's.]

I have not.

[An honest answer. Excuses would make her sound weak. In all honesty she doesn't want the blood of others on her hands. She'd rather take on the near insurmountable task of simply getting rid of all the servants.]

[bloodings]

[ She immediately groans, loudly. ]

Great. Of course I'd get such an inexperienced Master. [ That D-rank luck at work. ] ... Well, it's not a complete loss. We're compatible in other ways.

[ Avoiding civilians, Rin's wish not contradicting her own... it could be worse. But she does still have an important question. ]

But if another Master attacks, tell me you're at least prepared to defend yourself. My job is to fight the other Servants, not worry about my idiot Master laying down to die.

[erbe]

Yes. These days self defense is absolute essential for magi. Spending all my money on gems wasn't because they looked pretty, moron. It's because expensive jewels can store large amounts of mana. I've been siphoning mana into them for ten years. I told you. I'm prepared.

[And just to get her to shut up, Rin stuffs a pan fried dumpling in Mordred's face.]

[bloodings]

Wh—

[ She likes food but don't just stuff it in her mouth... the fuck. With a grumpy expression, she chews, swallows, then scowls deeper. ]

I'll believe it when I see it. [ What an immature Master... thinks Mordred, the most mature person on the planet. ] And don't call me a moron, moron. You're the one who hasn't been in a war before.

[erbe]

And how is that supposed to be my fault, idiot?

[She's about to go into more detail on how Mordred is a complete dickbag, but the food arriving cuts her off. Two large bowls of ramen are set in front of them along with a plate of takoyaki balls that is set in the middle. Mordred gets a hefty bowl of rice, and a smaller bowl of miso soup.]

[bloodings]

[ Of course, she starts off by going for the food that isn't entirely hers — she dumps the whole plate of takoyaki into her ramen bowl as she talks. ]

It's not. But it means you don't really know how you'll react. [ Surprisingly astute, for Mordred. ] Anyway, it's fine if you can just stay alive. I'll finish off the Master after dealing with the Servant.

[erbe]

H—hey! Some of those were mine! You got the rice and another bowl of soup, you — you— fatty!

[SHE IS PAYING FOR ALL OF THIS AND SHE CAN'T EVEN HAVE A GOOD TIME?]

[bloodings]

I'm the one who's going to be fighting. The spoils go to me.

[ They're not spoils if Rin bought them, Mordred. She shoots Rin a grin that's meant to be a challenge. ]

If you don't like it, Master, then do something about it. I'm a king, not some obedient dog.

[erbe]

No. [She stands, stepping away from the table.]

Instead you're a classless mutt. You take, and take, and take. My mana, to stay materialized. My money, to clothe you. And now my food, despite all you have already been given.

Eat it all, Saber. Have your fill and meet me back home.

[She slams down some money to cover the food charges, and turns to leave Mordred by herself.]

[bloodings]

[ She just stares. Is Rin seriously... yes, yes she is. ]

Wait, idiot. [ Mordred stands, reaches across the table to grab her sleeve. ] You don't think the Holy Grail is a fair trade for all of that?

[ Most magi would give up anything, after all. Rin not having a wish shouldn't take away from the value of it. She sighs. ]

Sit back down. I'd rather share than have you get attacked on the way home. [ See, she cares a little. ]

[erbe]

[Rin yanks her arm free, and puts on her jacket. She turns so that Mordred can't see her face — at least not entirely.]

If you'd like have it boxed up and follow me, but I'm leaving now. It's the middle of the day and the city is busy. I'm going home until nightfall.

[bloodings]

[ ... ]

You really are a complete fool.

[ She inhales her ramen in just a few seconds, then stuffs a few balls (heh) in her mouth as she trails after Rin. The rest gets forgotten about. ]

Just don't act like this in a fight. You'll get us both killed. [ Since her fate is, for the most part, tied to Rin's — at least she's acknowledging that. She'd prefer not to find a new Master, even if this one is hard to deal with. ]

[erbe]

[There is absolutely no way Rin is leaving all that food there. It's one thing for Mordred to eat it all and then feel guilty after, but this? Rin turns around without speaking to Mordred, and address a waitress. In short time Rin has the rest of the meal in containers and bagged up. She shoves the bag into Mordred's arms and wordlessly leads the way out of the restaurant.

A fool, is she? Rin feels like this is important. This outrageous display has all been to bully Mordred into compromise, or at least feeling bad about her actions.]

[bloodings]

God, you're a weirdo...

[ See, now Mordred just thinks she's weird. Weirder. She takes the bag with an annoyed noise when it's shoved at her. ]

Are we still going home?

[erbe]

[Mordred doesn't get an answer. She'll simply have to follow Rin as she does head back home. Using public transport just like before. This time she's left alone.

Unless the Servant tries to drum up conversation, Rin will continue to be furiously silent until the moment she walks through the doors of the Tohsaka house.]

[bloodings]

[ Fine, two can play at the pettiness game. Mordred isn't going to say shit until Rin does first... or until her patience runs out. But that won't be before they get home.

Go off at her, Rin. ]

[erbe]

[Saber gets what she probably hates most: the cold shoulder. Rin purposefully ignores her as she hangs up her jacket, and slips off her shoes. Silently she heads toward her bedroom, to undress.

When the young Master emerges from her room she's in athletic wear. Her hair is up in a high ponytail and she's stretching her arms as she descends toward the living room where there's enough space for her to stretch.]

[bloodings]

[ THIS IS THE WORST... actually no it's not the worst day of her life, that was anything involving her father, but it's still bad. She's sitting on a chair in the living room eating their leftovers by the time Rin comes down, and just stares at her. ]

What the hell are you doing now? [ What is she wearing... listen athletic wear wasn't a Thing in medieval times she's never seen that bright shit. ]

[erbe]

Exercising.

[Rin continues to stretch on the floor before turning over and starting a rep of push-ups. Her muscles show when she flexes, and her body moves with relative ease.]

[bloodings]

... But you're a mage.

[ Her tone is confused — Merlin sure as hell never did a pushup in his life. But after a moment, she shrugs and puts the food bag down. ]

Well, whatever. At least let me keep you company. [ Mordred slides her jacket off, then moves down to do pushups of her own beside Rin. Obviously, it's no trouble with her Servant strength, but it looks like she'd be able to keep up even without that. ]

[erbe]

[Didn't she say to Mordred that self defense was vital for a mage these days? Though because of her father dying and Kirei taking over her training she learned less of the flashy showmanship stuff a traditional mage would, and more enhance of combat style.

After a few reps of push-ups Rin tucks her feet under the large sofa in the room and starts doing crunches.



Still effectively ignoring Mordred, but now she doesn't seem to be working out in a bout of pent up fury.]