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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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You're the one who went through my things and stole my card to use it without my permission! How the hell else am I supposed to prevent you from doing it again?

[It's not like she actually wants to treat him as a slave, or else that command would have been the first words out of her mouth.]

Maybe actually telling me first!? [He's pissed. Like, beyond pisses. If there's one thing he's not short on, it's his own sense of vanity. And that order just completely destroyed it. But he only has to follow orders if she says them, right? So if he can keep her from talking... A mage could be a powerful ally even without a tongue.

He stands up and advances towards her. His index finger and thumb discretely go black, taking a razor's edge to them.]

Take it back.

[It's not like the command could even make him do something he doesn't want to do. He may feel inclined to do what she says, but if it's something he doesn't want to do, or if he wants to do something against what she has previously said, he'll just need to muster a bit more will power to do it. The order was too vague to be absolute, or even halfway effective. Mostly just a waste of mana.

But she doesn't know that, or if she does she's too fired up to care. Rin's fingers curl and her nails scratch the table surface.]

No.

[It's unfortunate that Greed has not yet learned that, given he's had no additional order to disobey. Which means he sees himself as having no option. He's going to have to just rip out her tongue and call it even.]

Alright, then I'll have to make sure it's your last order!

[And like that, his right hand turns into a complete claw and he dashes towards her, ready to take her by the collar. He's fast, but not so fast as to not give her time to react.]

[Despite being in her pajamas Rin is not slow either. The moment his hand turns black she's in a defensive stance, and when he lunges at her she dodges. With athletic speed she hits away his hand — her own glowing with mana flowing through it. She then steps in close to him, and deals an open palmed blow to his stomach that's only meant to shove him back to put space between them.]

What the hell are you doing!?

[Well shit, the girl had some solid reflexes. And some potent magic, too. The actual physical blow doesn't do much to him, though. He's a Servant, after all, and far sturdier than he ever was as just a Homunculus.]

Sorry but you left me no choice, boss. If you won't take back your command, I'm going to ensure you can never make another one.

Stop this, right now!

[She lifts her arm. Her hand and all its fingers take aim at him. A black, void-like ball circled in red forms at the tips of her fingers like a prepared bullet waiting to fire.]

[Stop. The word resounds in his head and for a moment, almost by instinct, he seems to stop. For a moment, he was convinced she had him. But a moment later, he realizes he's able to move anyway even if it seems to go against his some foreign and innate desire to want to obey. He can still move. He can still do whatever the hell he wants to.

Which leads to him casually batting away her hand and then proceeding to do nothing. Except bursting out into laughter.]

You idiot! You wasted your Command Seal on nothing! [He leans forward, almost bowled over in laughter.] Goddamn, I thought you really had me!

[She, too, almost thinks she has him. He pauses for a moment and her heart lifts.

But then he doubles over in laughter. She bristles immediately, and when he howls out about her failure she turns bright red with wide eyes. Embarrassment and a little shame overcome her. Rin swipes her card, which she notices casually resting on a nearby counter, and dramatically turns to storm out of the kitchen.

She'll take care to cancel the card and order a new one. If he cares to go looking for her later he'll find her pouting with a bunch of text books. Catching up on the class she's missing today.]

[He probably should feel bad about that. If he had the Prince still to be his conscience, he'd probably have the good sense to work his way towards it. But instead he has a snicker at her expense and resumes his meal. But it doesn't taste quite as good as it did before. It's spoiled somehow. He ends up lingering there for awhile, trying to convince himself he's still on top of the world.

But damned if he can't keep rewinding it in his mind. What was worse, the fear in her eyes or the humiliation he'd inflicted on her? Stupid Ling... he was never this soft in the past. But maybe he'd gone just a little too far. Not the tongue thing. That was more or less justified in the situation. But mocking her was kind of like kicking her when she was down.

Goddammit.

Sometime later, when she's in her study trying to concentrate, he'll show up. Given her magical senses, he can't exactly be stealthy, but he still makes his way there invisible. He props himself up on the desk beside her books, not bothering to become visible again. Mostly because it's easier to do this when she can't see him...]

... y'know, I really thought you had me bound. You gotta be a helluva mage to do that. I really wanted to obey that order.

Well, I wouldn't have been able to summon you if I were some spring chicken. And you know why I'm on a budget? It's because being a mage is expensive. My family uses gemstones to store mana, and use it in battle. I'd rather have as much artillery as I need than spend it on binge eating.

[Rin turns the page in her book. Her eyes look over it. Even if Greed was visible she wouldn't be looking at him anyway. At least hearing about her proficiency boosts her a little, it's something she takes pride in, but it doesn't improve her mood completely.

She's still hungry after all.]

[Ah, so that's it, huh? He didn't know anything about gemstones, but that had to be expensive. He didn't have to be from this century to get that.]

Well you know, I kind of thought I was the artillery. I was expecting you to be a bit more on the sidelines.

[You know... as like some kind of champion. Not a partner.]

You're the big guns, but a master who can't defend themselves is a sitting duck. I don't plan to be a puppet master squirreled away behind a curtain, or some helpless moron while on the front lines. I'm in this to win it.

[She stands. Her stomach growls loud enough for him to hear, and Rin frowns.]

[Yeah, well, that growling stomach isn't his fault. Not the way he sees it.]

Food's still there if you want it. Be a shame for it to go to waste.

[And by the looks of it, they probably won't be getting anything like it for a long time.]

[Rin opens her mouth to protest. To say she isn't hungry. But that's a lie. She sighs, and brushes some of her long hair behind her shoulders. Fine, she'll eat. The young mage begins to walk toward the kitchen expecting Greed to follow.]

What kind did you get?

[He folds his hands behind him and follows, perhaps more dutifully than he normally wound. Her command seal was having a subconscious effect on him still, making him perhaps just a bit more amiable than he was accustomed to.]

Went for the old classic: Pepperoni.

[When Rin reaches the table she throws open the lid of the box. One of her hands slips in to feel the crust. It's a little cool by now. With a frown she collect a baking sheet and slips a slice on there so she can heat it up a little in the oven.]

So it's going to be greasy...

[He shrugs and resumes his seat again, but sitting in it backwards because screw the rules.]

A little grease is good for you. Loosens you up. And believe me, you are one wound up lady.

[After the oven is set to a specific temperature Rin opens the door, and bends over to slip the baking sheet with the pizza on it inside. This action might bring attention to her long legs that are now visible since she got dressed after storming off on him earlier. Long socks reach up above her knees, and the hem of her skirt rests just enough above the socks to show a little thigh.]

You'll be taking those words back once the war starts.

[Oh, he notices. He may be a single vice, but he isn't blind. His new master was quite the looker, but he was being discrete at looking. But even he knew better than to get distracted in the middle of a war like this. It was one thing to rip out her tongue, quite another to, well, play with it.]

Not a chance. I don't do take backs. [A pause.] I usually don't like fighting women either, so that whole thing earlier... [An apology? He's sorry?] It was a little out of character for me.

So what, if our enemy is a woman do you expect me to handle it?

[She stands properly while shutting the door. She then turns her back on the kitchen counter, and leans against it.]

I'm not opposed, but that seems an odd line to draw in war.

Oh, if it's a servant, I'll do it. But expect me to complain about it. The Grail should know better.

[So all things considered... he'll just bank on there not being any female servants. If there are, it'll just be awkward and he'll have to whinge some.]

[Rin very obviously rolls her eyes before folding her arms under her chest.]

If I were the Grail that would be the perfect excuse to send out all female servants.

[She smirks a little trying to imagine him dragging his feet over fight 6 women servants and possibly their female masters.]

Ugh. Don't even pretend like that's the case. I sure as hell don't deserve to be put through that kind of torture.

[He even lets his shoulders sag and his chin rest on the back of the chair.]

Speaking of which, any thoughts on when number seven's going to surface?

[That's enough to get her to straight out and become more serious. She raises a hand to her chin as she considers. Kirei had been nagging her for quite a while to summon her servant always pushing her that if she didn't summon one soon there would be no time left. The time for war was quick approaching.]

Soon. I would say within the week or so.

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