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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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[ ???? Wait, what. Their foreplay is going in the wrong direction. Why?! ]

...Sorry, sorry! But it's true? Master is lovely.

[ Elphelt is doing her best to not screw up so that she can get to know her Master better, but is just so bad at everything. ]

If you're going to say something just say it. Your whispering is too loud to be unheard anyway.

[Frustrated she rips off her sweater and tosses on a lounge chair that sits in the far corner. Rin is quick to grab the matching top of her pajamas to get it on.

She'll just have to remove her bra with her hands inside her top.]

[ Her own husband is acting like she is a creep. That is a severe blow to her self confidence. ]

Do you think we can get me a pair of cute pajamas? I know I don't need to sleep, but...

[ She finally steps into the bedroom now that there is no point in peeking from the outside. ]

Um, Master? There actually is something I would like to say, if that's alright.

What is it?

[Rin stops, and probably looks a little silly with the arms of her pajamas empty, and the torso overstuffed as she allows her unhooked bra to fall off her shoulders.]

[ She awkwardly pulls at her collar for a moment before thinking of how to word this. ]

Um. I know I'm not what you expected or what you wanted, but thank you for summoning me. Not only did I never fall in love when I was alive, I never had any friends. So, it will be nice to have a second chance at life, in a way, and make at least one.

[ She is positive Rin is her husband, but assuming they are friends feels presumptuous. ]

[...Oh. Well that's kind of sad. Rin empathizes. Just a little. She has friends, but they're not too close considering as a mage she should be distant as to not get outsiders involved. Elphelts admission tugs at her heart a little, and she sighs.]

The last door at the end of the hall was the room belong to my parents. You can borrow some of my mother's pajamas.

Ah, really?! Um...You should be safe here for a few minutes, but please shout if you need me, okay?

[ Her demeanor goes back to being cheery and runs out of the room. No matter how stern or disappointed Rin may seem, Elphelt is confident she is a good person. The answer to her question from before wasn't perfect, but she wants to believe.

Minutes later, she comes back not in a pair of pajamas, but carrying all of Rin's mother's pajamas. She isn't going to pick one without Rin's input. Duh.]

[Too bad for Elphelt by the time she's back Rin is already tucked away in bed with the covers pulled over.]

[ Disappointing, but not surprising. Summoning a Servant must be exhausting.

So, she picks the blackest, laciest, frilliest thing she can find and gets changed as quietly as possible. ]

[Rin will sleep through the night, and well into the very late morning. This gives Elphelt plenty of time to spoon her, but she won't be reciprocating. In fact Rin is so used to sleeping alone she might end up elbowing or kicking Elphelt through the night.

Only when it's close to noon does Rin begin to stir awake. Her hair a mess, and everything about her just a big groggy.]

[ Oh, she crawls in the bed and spoons Rin alright. That kicking and elbowing doesn't budge her. She is a Servant, after all and a Berserker at that. Even though Servants don't need to sleep, she can do just that, anyway, and is a heavy sleeper.

So heavy that it will take more than a little stirring to get her up. She has had a dumb grin on her face all night. For what it is worth, despite what Elphelt did to that door, her embrace is gentle--strong, yes, but delicate. So while there is no risk of being crushed, good luck getting out of a Berserker's embrace, Rin. ]

[Rin does her best to put her arms over her head so she can wiggle and squirm her way out of Elphelt's hold. It... works, but only if she's willing to let herself be disrobed of her top.

In the end Rin sacrifices her top to be free. So afterwards she hurries to her dresser to find a shirt to cover them titties with.]

[ It takes a few moments for Elphelt to register that her Master has disappeared from between her arms, leaving nothing but a shirt. Her mind works quick. Worst case scenario: her master has been kidnapped. Best case scenario: her Master is somewhere half naked. Either way, she needs to get up, stat. She shoots upright in bed with Rin's shirt clenched tightly against her. ]

BERSERKER, READY TO EXTERMINATE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.

[ She assumed worst case. ]

[ oh wait there's her master ]

Oh. Good morning, dear.

[ Did she miss seeing her change? Again? What is this loveless marriage? ]

[Rin jumps halfway across the room like a cat in those videos where they're spooked by cucumbers. She, now in a top that doesn't match her bottoms, plasters herself to the wall with her back safe against it.]

What was that?!

Oh, um...for a moment there, I feared the worst. I panicked.

[ This whole war thing is not going to be good for her anxiety. She looks embarrassed. ]

I'm sorry.

Please don't over-react in the house. The furniture is expensive, and I can't afford to replace it.

[Rin peels herself off the wall, and begins to head for the exit to the bedroom.]

Also please dress yourself in some day clothes.

[Don't try to look sexy in her mom's things. She can't have that.]

[ Too late, she has slid out of bed and is standing with her hands on her hips, chest out, waiting for a compliment.

waiting

waiting......... ]

My mother's things are a bit small for you, aren't they?

[With nothing more than a tired sigh, Rin leaves the room and begins to pad her way downstairs.]

[ ...She looks down at herself. No, they do not fit. Rin's mother clearly has a more slender figure. Still, El can skew that comment into a compliment--not because of any madness, but regular old denial. ]

H-Hey, don't be in such a hurry!

[ She had hoped to wear casual clothes, but she doesn't want Rin to be alone longer than necessary. She gets out of the pajamas and summons her wedding dress, following after her Master right after. ]

[Rin doesn't slow down the Berserker. Instead she keeps her steady pace to the kitchen. It's breakfast, and surely a mage can feel safe in her own house. When Elphelt reaches the kitchen Rin will be bent over with her head in the fridge as she inspects her options.]

[ Elphelt is staring Rin down as her Master is bent over. She is pouting. ]

Please be more careful and don't go far from me. Being a Berserker, I'm only good at frontal assaults, so as long as Assassin isn't defeated, you're in danger alone even in your own home.

[ Her Master made such a big deal about the war only to not be worrying about the details now... ]

Um, so, what's for breakfast?

Tea and toast. Also, I can handle myself for a quick walk around the house. I'm a magus, not a princess.

[Though it's a little sweet that Elphelt is so concerned. Rin removes herself from the fridge with jam and butter in hand.]

[ Elphelt pouts still, but says nothing about that. Of course her husband isn't a princess. That would be ridiculous. What her husband clearly is is the stubborn sort that doesn't take care of herself well enough. ]

Oh, oh! I can help with toast. You have a toaster, right? Move aside and let your wife work, Master.

No.

[Her arm shoots out blocking Elphelt from the toaster.]

Don't touch anything.

[SHE CAN'T AFFORD TO REPLACE IT.]

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