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.]

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[bloodings]

[ She can't save it for tomorrow if Mordred eats it all... no, she'll be good for once. Though she does scrunch up her nose like a kid when Rin touches her hair. ]

H-hey...! [ That's a weak protest. ] What, are you worried about your weight, Master? I guess you can't afford to gain any.

[ Kill her. ]

[erbe]

[BITCH.]




[Rin expels a gandr shot at Mordred. She's already at the exit of the living room by the time the ball of energy flies from her finger and hits the Servant in the back of the head.]

[bloodings]

[ She lets out a yelp of surprise — it just feels like she's being flicked in the back of her head, but it's still annoying. ]

What the hell is your problem? [ Gee I wonder. ]

[erbe]

You're my problem! What else could it be?! You don't even think before you do anything, do you?

[She points accusingly at Mordred.]

[bloodings]

[ GLARE ]

Why should I have to? I'm the most powerful knight, and the most powerful Servant! You're the problem!

[erbe]

Look, even the most powerful Servant can get killed if they don't think. I bet if you had a Master who let you do whatever you want, you'd fall right into a trap.

[As far as Rin is concerned, Morded is lucky to have a perfectionist Master like her who is big on strategy.]

[bloodings]

Nothing could trap me.

[ She puffs herself up a bit... which looks hilarious, given her size, but she's used to having her armour to make herself look intimidating. ]

... You're right, though. I'm obviously in charge, but I don't mind listening to your advice. [ "Advice." ] There are worse Masters out there. Actually, from a magical standpoint, you're probably one of the best. You're a first class mage for sure.

[ It's too blunt to be any attempt at sucking up. Mordred just switches moods at the drop of a hat. ]

[erbe]

[Is Saber complimenting her, or mocking her? Sometimes it's difficult to tell. Rin shakes her head while sighing before turning her back to Mordred to head to the kitchen. The Servant is left all alone with her bagged ramen in the living room.]

[bloodings]

[ Complimenting, for some reason. But, whatever, she's just going to... stretch out and take a nap on the floor, with her jacket as a makeshift blanket. Yeah. Regal, kingly, etc; just ignore the snoring and the drool. ]

[erbe]

[Rin gets a small lunch of things already in the house. Something healthy. When she's done she walks by the living room. The sight (and sound) of Mordred gives her pause. Gosh, what a mess, isn't she? Completely helpless. Right now Rin could deal a blow with ease.

Instead she simply takes a throw blanket and covers the Servant.

What an idiot. She could have just used the damn couch.]

[bloodings]

[ Her instincts would probably tip her off to any attack... still, sleeping on the floor and not the couch is pure Mordred-level stupidity. She doesn't sleep for long; she was well attuned to stealing moments of rest when she was alive, and soon wakes up again, making a surprised noise when she notices the blanket. ]

Where'd this come from... [ Because Rin obviously isn't nice enough to give it to her. She kicks the blanket off and stretches out on the floor, then yells out. ] Yo, Master! [ WHERE ARE YOU ]

[erbe]

[It's a big house. She doesn't hear Mordred calling. If the Servant does go looking for her Master she'll find Rin in her workshop looking up things like locator spells or surveillance magics.]

[bloodings]

[ She does go looking, and, when she walks in, she immediately starts touching everything she can get her stupid hands on, without asking permission (or even saying anything at all). ]

What are you doing now? [ Touch. Touch touch. ]

[erbe]

Research. What do you think I—

[Rin immediately gets up knocking back her chair to get to Mordred and grab her wrist.]

Don't touch that!

[bloodings]

[ She actually jumps a little at the shout — then looks embarrassed about it. Then she just starts pouting. ]

I just wanted to look... [ That's the problem. ]

[erbe]

I did too. Years ago, and it almost killed me.

[Rin releases her hand.] So don't touch it.

[bloodings]

You know my magic resistance is high, right? I doubt it could even hurt me.

[ ... But, she still doesn't move to touch it again — just moves on to poking at other things in the room. ]

Mage workshops are always so boring. You're an eccentric bunch, but still predictable.

[erbe]

Shut up. This workshop was my father's.

[Rin tosses something her way. It sparkles in the dim lamp light of the workshop, and if Saber happens to catch it she'll find it's a perfectly faceted sapphire that matches the color of Rin's eyes.]

See that?

[bloodings]

Hmph.

[ She snatches it out of the air easily, then stares down at the gem in her hand. ]

... It's blue. [ Thanks Mordred. ] What's so special about it?

[erbe]

It's a sapphire, and it's one of the reasons I have limited funds right now. I've been storing mana in that thing for ten years by now.

[SEE SABER? BEING BROKE IS WORTH IT. Or, at least, that's what Rin believes.]

[bloodings]

Heh. Seems like a waste when I could just break it.

[ SHE'S SMIRKING DON'T KILL HER... is joke. Just a very bad one. ]

Well, I guess that's a good reason for being miserly. I'll give you a little more credit for being prepared, Master.

[erbe]

Well, if you break it, the release would make your hand blow off. So a fair trade, I think.

[Maybe it might not blow it clean off because of her magic resistance, but it would cause some damage.]

[bloodings]

[ Shrug. ] Your mana what heals me, remember.

But I'm not going to sabotage my own Master. Why don't you just come get me when you're done here? [ She's not exactly comfortable in any kind of workshop, even if it's very different from Morgan's. ]

[erbe]

[Rin nods, and later that night they go exploring the city from the rooftops. She shows her Servant the best routes through New City toward the desolate park.

And that night, as she rests, something unexpected creeps into her dreams. At first it doesn't make sense. It's just flashes of Knights in battle. But then, later, she recognizes Mordred. Revealing herself to the king, proposing to Guinevere, and then—

Rin bolts up. She breathes a little heavily, and a sweat has broken out across her hairline.]

[bloodings]

[ Mordred has the bad (good?) timing to walk in right as Rin wakes up. She's bored, after all, and plans to make that known to her Master, even if she has to wake her up again. But even with her mouth already open to complain, whatever words she has to say die on her tongue when Rin bolts up from the bed.

She stares for a moment, worried she's missed some magical attack, and scans the surroundings — but finds nothing. So she shrugs. ]

What, a nightmare? Mages are such a sensitive bunch.