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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[travailler]

[ 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. ]

[erbe]

[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.]

[travailler]

[ 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. ]

[erbe]

[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.]

[travailler]

[ 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. ]

[travailler]

[ oh wait there's her master ]

Oh. Good morning, dear.

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

[erbe]

[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?!

[travailler]

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.

[erbe]

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.]

[travailler]

[ 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......... ]

[erbe]

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.]

[travailler]

[ ...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. ]

[erbe]

[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.]

[travailler]

[ 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?

[erbe]

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.]

[travailler]

[ 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.

[erbe]

No.

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

Don't touch anything.

[SHE CAN'T AFFORD TO REPLACE IT.]

[travailler]

[ Her expression deflates. ]

Oh. Okay.

[ So she is just going to stand there. Rocking on her heels. Looking pathetic. ]

[erbe]

[Ugh. Now she feels bad.]

You can butter it when it's out.

[Rin tries not to look too upset by Elpehlt's pathetic demeanor as she puts the kettle on the stove.]

[travailler]

[ A wife's most powerful weapon is her pout! Perhaps this romance can be salvaged. ]

Okay! I'll do my best.

[ That seems to be all it takes to improve her mood. ]

[erbe]

[All right then. At least that keeps the Berseker occupied. Rin collects tea from the cupboard and washes out the mugs to reuse them.

It's really a shame she cannot use her fine china for such decadent tea.

Eventually the toast pops from the toaster, and Rin's eyes are on Elphelt to supervise from across the kitchen.]

[travailler]

[ She scurries right over and pulls out the toast! She can handle this much without breaking anything, probably.

She sets the toast down on a plate without breaking anything!

Finally, she takes a butter-knife from the table and so very, very carefully butters the toast.

Frankly, it looks more like she is carefully performing surgery rather than buttering toast. She is that afraid of ruining the toast, breaking the knife, or smashing the plate. But she looks happy! ]

[erbe]

[At the sight Rin pushes a little air out of her nose in amusement. It seems like she has that handled. When the kettle begins to whistle she plucks it up by the handle, and pours the hot water into the porcelain teacup. With the loose leaf tea she has to use the pot for steeping.]

[travailler]

[ Elphelt decides to take it upon herself to net some extra credit by sliding the chairs from the table for both herself and Rin. She manages to not break either of them!

But she doesn't sit down yet. She can't, not while her husband is working away over a hot pot of tea. ]

[erbe]

[While the tea steeps, Rin prepares the mugs by scooping sugar into them. When that's finished she sets their mugs on the table and dutifully puts the sugar back in the cabinet. After that she takes a seat, and begins to pour the tea.

Which would be great work for a servant to do, but Rin doesn't trust Elphelt with inherited porcelain.]