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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[erbe]

[Goodness. It's a good thing Saber is power manifest or else that would be some worrying calorie intake. Rin makes a face before finally caving and paying for the order. When they step out of the ordering line to wait for their food Rin whispers, but does so harshly.]

But you don't even need to eat.

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Saber is completely unphased by Rin's harsh tone, but when she speaks it's clear that she's a bit indignant. She's not used to having her requests denied. ]

I do not need to eat, but that does not mean that I do not want to eat. The food smelled appealing, and thus I desire to consume it. Is that not logical?

[ The entire place reeks of grease and fat. It smells incredibly crude and unrefined, making it even more perplexing that someone normally so dignified and refined would want to eat here. ]

[erbe]

Sure, it is, but why would you want to eat so much?

[Quality over quantity, Saber!

Rin sighs. Their order comes up, and she takes the tray that has their food on it. Saber's burger absolutely dwarfs Rin's... everything. Tohsaka finds them a booth, and takes a seat.]

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Why not have both quality and quantity! The food smells good so she orders a lot. Come on Rin this is just basic logic try to keep up.

She follows Rin to the table, taking her seat across from her master. She pauses for a moment, marveling at how absolutely massive her burger is, practically drooling at the sight. Before long she can no longer resist and begins to chow down, her slim fingers miraculously somehow managing to wrap around the burger Her eating style isn't exactly gluttonous, but there's a barely restrained ravenous greed as she eats. ]

[erbe]

[Rin simply watches. The food in front of her stays untouched for the moment as she observes Saber. The Master stares on like a safari group stares at a pride of lions devouring a fresh kill. She's impressed, but also a little disturbed. After a few moments of watching Rin finds herself torn, and decides to pick at her own meal as thoughts come through her head.

Is she disappointed? How could she be? She drew the best card after all. Didn't she? Rin sighs softly while lifting a fry to her mouth. Something just doesn't feel right. Something is out of place, even if everything should be absolutely, unequivocally, perfect.]

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Saber is far, far too busy indulging in the carnal pleasure of the super greasy burger to notice Rin's initial trepidation. She manages to finish her food in record time despite her small frame, and she tilts her head when she sees the confusion lurking in her master's eyes.]

Are you still upset over my choice in food?

[erbe]

No. I'm thinking.

[Over thinking is more like it, and it's one of her pitfalls. Rin is always so concerned with being the best magus she can while making sure it doesn't conflict with her own set of morals (it often does) that she loses sight of small but important details.

She eats her fry, and chews it while her pensive expression turns into a frown.]

But... where does all that food even go?

[Her Saber is small. Smaller than her, even. Both in height, weight, and... well, the chest too, but Rin wasn't really looking that hard!]

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Rin is without a doubt sabersexual. This is clearly a fact. Still it's probably for the best that Saber didn't catch Rin looking at her chest.

Saber frowns a bit at that question. Just what is she implying? ]

It... goes into my stomach? I'm not quite sure I understand the question. When a Servant materializes outside of their spirit form, we are not simply just shells with nothing inside. We take on physical forms, including all of the muscles, organs, and other such things required by most humans to live.

[ As she explains, her hand slowly sneaks forward as it attempts to nab one of Rin's fries. Yes even after eating all of that food Saber is still hungry. ]

[erbe]

[A frustrated growl rumbles in Rin's throat. Her frown turns sharper as her brow furrows.]

That's not what I meant. Did you eat this way before you were a Servant?

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Saber manages to sneak one of Rin's fries, and as she pops it into her mouth her tone is defensive. ]

And what if I did? I fail to see why my eating habits are your concern.

[erbe]

They are if I'm responsible for paying for them, [she grumbles in a hushed voice.]

You just don't have a body that says you're a big eater, okay?

[darktintedtyrant]

You would underestimate me then.

[ Because this is clearly what this is all about. ]

Well you may rest assured, Master, that I intend to exceed your expectations in all categories. So long as you provide me with the proper support I need, our victory is a foregone conclusion.

[erbe]

But that's not what— Saber, stop misunderstanding me! How do you keep it of? Do you work out?

[She must work out a lot. Rin has some exercise routine of her own, but she still is somewhat conscious of what she eats! Then again trying to buy in bulk on sale days mean Rin is limited in choices when it comes to food, and most fast food for her is viewed as a rare 'treat.']

[darktintedtyrant]

Work... out? Do you mean training? If so then yes, I did engage in 'working out.' It was vital to my position that out of my peers I remained superior to them in all aspects.

[ Turns out that swinging around a sword and running around in heavy armor all day leads to developing quite the appetite. Still despite that while her frame isn't exactly frail, she is definitely slender without much muscle definition. ]

[erbe]

[Rin's eyes narrow. Suspicion fills her gaze, and she stands to lean further over to get a better look at Saber.]

Then where is your muscle?

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Saber doesn't flinch as Rin decides to stand up and lean all over her personal space, but her eyes narrow as her tone becomes more guarded. ]

Is it normal for others in this era to obsess over the bodies and forms of others?

[ Secretly she's a big cheatey cheat face who uses bursts of mana to help win fights. That's not to say that she isn't an excellent swordsman, but getting a little boost of help never hurt anyone. ]

[erbe]

Don't be ridiculous. If anything I bet it was worse in whatever time it was you came from.

[Okay, so technically this Saber could be from the future. However from her speech patterns Rin is assuming that isn't the case.




Displeased and unsatisfied, she sits down to eat her chicken nuggets.]

[darktintedtyrant]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. At least then I had the luxury of silencing those who questioned my legitimacy.

[ Take that as you will, Rin. Saber conquered everyone who stood in her way as she forced the lords to recognize her as the once and future king of England, and those that refused to fall in line were quickly replaced by those more pliable.

However all of the tension dissipates as Saber notices Rin's nuggets. Without hesitating she takes one and pops it into her mouth. She takes her time,
chewing and swallowing before speaking again. Truly the food of this age was exquisite! ]

I believe you said I was the sixth, correct? What is your estimated time table for the summoning of the seventh servant?

[erbe]

[Rude! Rin scowls and grabs her tray. She moves herself to the opposite end of the booth to eat hoping she's out of Saber's reach.]

Very soon. I was being told if I didn't summon within the next few days they were going to fly in a volunteer to take my place.

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Saber huffs a little, scooting down her side of the booth. She will not be denied the nuggets! ]

I see. The most obvious masters will come from the Einzbern and Matou families. Of the two I would expect the Einzbern to prove the most difficult. They will most likely make their camp at their castle outside the city limits in the forest about thirty kilometers to the city's west. The entire forest is a bounded field, and furthermore the castle has numerous defenses that make direct assault ill advised. If the master from that family is smart they could easily fortify themselves in that position and wait out the war until the end when they can strike and take out the stragglers. They will prove to be difficult.

The Matou family is weaker. As I understand it, the members of the family capable of using magecraft have all but died out, essentially eliminating them from participating in the grail war. However if anything this makes them more dangerous, as they'll most likely turn to outside help. I doubt they would willing choose to forgo competing for the grail, as victory would allow them to reestablish their clan as one of the foremost families in the world. Assuming that they manage to partner with a capable magus, then we won't know that they're even involved until it's too late. As such I would expect them to utilize an Assassin class servant to help conceal their presence. Maybe a Caster type, but that one seems less likely.

[ Oh Saber. If only you knew about Sakura, then your assessment would be completely different. She takes a sip of her drink, mulling over the other possibilities. ]

We should also expect the Church to field a master as well. Given the sacred object we fight for, it would make sense for them to involve themselves as well. As for the other three, we should at least expect one member of the Mage's Association, perhaps someone from the Clock Tower. Whether or not only one member participates is debatable. Given the power struggles that occur within the organization, we could easily see the other two masters come from the Association. Our best bet would be to identify the unknown masters and eliminate them as soon as possible to limit variation and make further stratagems more viable without having to worry about unknown factors.

[ Pure cold, tactical analysis. Of course there's no way that Saber can know all of this just from what Rin has told her and the Grail imparted knowledge. Most of her information she learned from Kiritsugu in the last grail war, and while she hated him and his strategies, she had no real reason to believe that things would be different this time. ]

[erbe]

[All of this is... It's really a sound plan. And suspiciously thorough too. To have that much awareness of what a modern Grail War would entail (the current state of the Matou family, for one) means something is up. Either her Servant is from the future, or she was in the most recent Grail War ten years ago. The second option is the most likely one.

Rin's eyes narrow. Her hand grasps the small paper container that holds her nuggets. She rests it on her lap to keep it away from her ravenous Servant.]

Finding them is easier said than done. I know how to use smaller familiars for scouting, but surveillance magic that can cover the city is a bit much for me.

[And if any magus can close of their circuits to hide themselves from being detected she's boned anyway. She is definitely lacking in the experience department.]

[darktintedtyrant]

[ Wow. Rude Rin. Hiding the nuggets from your wonderful servant after her brilliant tactical advice. Luckily for Saber, Rin has left her fries uncontested, so she'll go ahead and start munching on that. ]

I see. Unfortunately I do not favor the idea of fortifying the mansion and waiting for our enemies to come to us. The location is not safe enough, but if you're scouting abilities are subpar that reduces the chance of us finding our targets, especially if they're attempting suberfuge like we should expect from the Assassin class and their master.

[ She pauses for a moment, mulling over her thoughts as she swipes a few more fries. ]

Might I ask what types of magic you find yourself proficient in?

and this is where I bs some shit and lift from the wiki

[erbe]

Conversion and storage of power, reinforcement, and element manipulation.

[Her father, Tokiomi, specialized in flame magecraft. Because of that she has an easier time handling it, but she's actually capable of working with all five of the great elements. When announcing her strengths she sits up absolute straight with pride swelling in her chest.

Meanwhile she eats her nuggets, and pulls what is left of her fry container closer to her hoping to save it from Saber.]

to be fair 90% of nasu power level stuff is complete bs

[darktintedtyrant]

I see. Mainly offensive in nature then.

[ Rin's fries are safe for now. It's not that Saber's no longer hungry. Perish the thought. Instead she's focused on the the issue at hand of the war. Normally Rin's abilities wouldn't be an issue, but Saber is almost certain that Rin has next to no combat experience. In an environment like the grail war, such a liability could be damning.

Still Saber won't say that outright. She won't injure Rin's pride, so she'll just sidestep the issue for the moment. ]

Things will most likely turn out for the better if I take the front line. There's no foe my blade cannot defeat, and so long as you survive our victory will come easily.

[erbe]

[Rin quietly nibbles on her fries. The expression on her face is attentive and thoughtful as she absorbs what Saber has told her. Eventually Rin nods, and proceeds to stand.]

Saber, let's not overstay our welcome here.

[Sitting down in a booth isn't exactly going to help them accomplish anything, and Rin thinks she sees a familiar face in the crowd approaching the restaurant. It's time to leave.]