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]

E-Eh?! The honeymoon phase is over?! You can't call our union a mistake!

[ It is almost like whatever is being said to her gets to Elphelt's ears translated into something different altogether. She is a Berseker, after all, which means communication is difficult even if her sanity is more or less intact. ]

--Wait. You're my husband? You're...much shorter than I would have expected. And more girl, too. Still, though, handsome in your own right, as I would expect.

[erbe]

Handsome? What kind of word is handsome for a girl?

[Though admittedly she does keep her personality as "uncute" as possible in her attempts to be the ideal mage. Cold and unyielding are both traits necessary to win the Holy Grail War, and she has tried to emulate those to the best of her ability even if sometimes she can't always follow through with it.]

[travailler]

I like your stockings? Your skirt is short...

[ In all the thousands of possible summonings thar she played in her mind, this one never came up. Her master, a young and pretty girl? Disappointment in the class she manifested in? She may have a sword to wield, but that isn't her primary weapon. Her manifesting as a Saber would be like..well, like an actual sword user manifesting as an Archer. That would be ridiculous. Whatever Master pulls something like that off would be a real weirdo, she thinks. ]

Well, if it is my husband's wish, then I declare you to be not handsome but lovely instead. Wait, how unfair is it for the Master to be cuter than the Servant?!

[ Internal sigh of relief. That should fix everything. ]

[erbe]

[Rin is... still not happy. Somewhat because despite her own great mana supply, Berserkers tend to wear down the bodies of their masters very quickly. Her health could decline quick if this Berserker uses too much of her powers. She raises a hand to her chin as she thinks over her current situation.





Which means poor Elphelt won't be getting a response to those compliments any time soon.]

[travailler]

[ Okay. A bad start, but this is...no, this is not an improvement in the least. How she fail so spectacularly? This wasn't something she had any control over! She could be summoned as an Archer. Why couldn't that have happened? At least that is a respectable knight class! Well, at least she didn't get summoned as an Assassin. That would be more embarrassing than Berserker. Then again, maybe she only thinks that because her Mad Enhancement is a higher level than it would normally be...

Well, whatever. Better let her hus--er, Master focus on whatever she is focusing on and keep quiet. Except she is antsy and easily distracted, so within moments she wanders off to poke things around the room. ]

Oooh, these gems are pretty...

[erbe]

[The mention of gems immediately gets Rin's attention. She snaps out of her thoughts and lunges at Elphelt to grab her hand and yank her away from the pile of gems stored in the study.]

Don't touch those!

[She worked for years to build up the mana in those gems!]

[travailler]

Okay, okay!

[ She does as demanded and keeps her hands off of...everything, now. Is this how summonings are supposed to go? This is her first one. She thought there would be more pomp and circumstance and less...shame. She certainly didn't expect to be unwanted by her own Master, which cuts her deep. ]

What should I be doing, then?

[erbe]

[Rin heaves an exasperated sigh as she rubs her temples. Then she heads towards the exit to the room.]

Let's just... go to the kitchen while I think.

[Anything to get her away from tools that might be precious, valuable, and necessary in the upcoming Grail War.]

[travailler]

Ah, wait, wait.

[ She scurries ahead, cutting her Master off so that she can open the door for her. She is absolutely determined to make a good impression. ]

Allow me.

[ And open it she does. The door is torn from its hinges. She just...sets it against the wall beside the doorway... ]

[erbe]

[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.]

[travailler]

[ 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. ]

[erbe]

[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?

[travailler]

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.

[erbe]

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.]

[travailler]

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.

[erbe]

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.]

[travailler]

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.

[erbe]

[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?

[travailler]

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. ]

[erbe]

[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?]

[travailler]

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.

[erbe]

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.]

[travailler]

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. ]

[erbe]

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[erbe]

Hahaha, you're joking! Right?