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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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[It takes everything in Rin to not just fall to her knees there and complain openly. Instead she clenches her fist and bites the inside of her cheek. Most of her expression stays still, but her brows furrow angrily.]

Thank you, [she mutters.]

[ She says nothing, instead keeping quiet as the follows Rin. Despite being half a foot taller than her Master, she feels so much smaller than her.

This is not at all how she expected this to go. ]

[Rin leads them through the hall, and down the flights of stairs. It's almost an awkward march to the kitchen, but when she gets there she musters a smile.]

Would you like some tea?

Oh!

[ Holy crap, she is being spoken to. This is technically the first time so far that her Master is speaking to her for reasons unrelated to doing something wrong. ]

Oh, yes, I would. I would like that very much.

I hope earl grey is acceptable.

[Earl grey pre-packaged in cheap tea bags sold in inexpensive boxes. Rin collects the tea from the cabinet. She considers using the fine china, but the destroyed door tells her she should choose otherwise.

Novelty coffee mugs it is.]

Oh, it is! Yes.

[ After that incident, she is going to be a good Berserker and not touch or sit anywhere without being instructed. ]

Perhaps once I get myself under control, I'll make the tea for you. It really should be my responsibility.

Will you even be able to? I'm not as familiar with the Berserker class as I am with the Knight classes.

[As the kettle is set on the stove Rin prepares the teabags to rest in the mugs.]

Oh. Oh, of course I will!

[ She will not. ]

I may be a Berserker, but my sanity is more or less intact. Or maybe my Mad Enhancement has gotten so strong that it has gotten to the point I can't tell that it's not intact? It shouldn't be quite that high. Regardless, the basic tenets of a Berserker is limited sanity--like, a skewed, inaccurate perception of reality--and difficulty with communication. But I'm clearly not grunting and shouting--that would have been so embarrassing. Can you imagine? And I'm having no problems with processing reality correctly, my love.

[ Um. ]

Anyway, I should be able to do delicate tasks if I focus.

[The brief lesson is enlightening, and actually improves her mood. Rin takes learning something new as a sign of expanding her knowledge and thus expanding her power. Her hand reaches out to collect a small cylindrical container with what looks like sugar in it.]

One scoop, or two?

Ah! Make it three please! Thank you!

[ That was not one of the options. What did she say about Berserkers being difficult to communicate with? At least she is able to tell she is doing well at the moment. Verbal communication and reason may be troublesome with this class, but she can instinctively read her Master's emotions. No reasoning is required for that. ]

[Well... at least Rin isn't being called "husband." However she'd probably learn to live with that too, if she had to.

Three scoops it is. Rin dumps the sugar into the mugs, and when the kettle begins to whistle she takes it off the heat.]

So, can you tell me your Noble Phantasm?

[Or is Rin just going to have to find out?]

O-Oh, straight and to the point. All business, just as I would expect from the breadwinner. Not that I mind. It's how I prefer my m--um, women?

[ Rin has contracted a thirsty Berserker. Someone has to wear the metaphorical pants and it is most certainly not this hot mess. Her destiny is that of a husband now. ]

I apologize. I know there should be no secrets between the two of us, but my Noble Phantasm is...something of a sore spot. An embarrassment, to be frank. I'd rather not mention it and do all we can to avoid using it.

How are we supposed to win if you can't even use your Noble Phantasm?

[She stares at Elphelt while pouring the tea. Rin looks at her with her mouth agape and the hot water overflowing the mug.]

About that, I have a plan.

[ Berserkers, regardless of their level of Mad Enhancement, are not known for planning. ]

That whole 'participate in the Holy Grail War' thing? Let's--hear me out here!--let's not. We can run away to Paris!

[ She looks genuinely proud. ]

[what

the

fuck]

Hahaha, you're joking! Right?

No? I don't want to hurt anyone.

[ Rin has summoned the one and only pacifist Berserker to exist. ]

I certainly don't want you to risk your life. It would be best for you to not get involved.

But that's the whole reason you're here!

[She's getting at her limit. Rin slams her hand on the counter.]

Eek!

[ She jumps in her seat. Why is her Master being so mean? ]

But why would you ever want to be involved, Master?! Isn't this whole thing terrible?

It's been my family's goal to win the Holy Grail for generations. You're only here because I summoned you for that. I can't just give up on all of it. How can you?

[Is her screw up going to end up costing her the Grail? Or her life?]

I have no interest in honor for myself. It is important for a wife not bring dishonor to her husband. That's right, right?

[ Every Berserker has perceptions of reality that no amount of logic or communication can possibly change.

She meets Rin's eyes with her own big, faintly glowing blue ones. She looks serious, which should be a stark contradiction to her up until now. ]

What are you willing to do to bring victory for the sake of your family? What is your wish from the Grail going to be? There are certain answers I will refuse to accept even from you, but I will know if you lie so please be honest and do not tell me what you may think I want to hear.

I — [Elphelt's sudden seriousness takes Rin off guard. She stumbles over her words, and her confidence wavers. But only for a second.]

I just want to win. That's all. I don't have a wish outside of that.

Wha? You're not lying, but how can you not have a wish? You're risking your life and intending to harm others, but not for...anything?

[ She had no expectations, yet Rin still managed to surprise her. Elphelt hoped to gauge her character, but she is more lost than before. She could judge a wish as good or bad, but no wish? Her Master could easily wish for any number of things for the family she wants to bring honor to: something as mundane as riches or as terrible as eliminating enemies, yet she has no wish at all. ]

In a way, that is so pure. I can feel my heart skip. Perhaps we are meant to be.

[ She is whispering to herself but, uh, Rin can most definitely hear her. That crazy, serious look in her eye is gone for now. ]

Okay! I may have no interest in particpating in a war or harming anyone, but so long as I exist, no harm will come to you, darling. Ever. If winning this war is what I must do to protect you, then I will.

[Still a bit on edge by the incredible mood swing there, Rin pushes Elphelt's mug toward her on the counter before sipping at her own.]

You know I can hear everything you say, right? I'm right here.

Um. There is one thing...Something I'd like you to promise me.

[ That comment went in one ear and out the other. Berserker! She looks like she is ready to beg. ]

I will fight other Servants, but please do not ask me to hurt any humans, including the other Masters.

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