Lancer
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Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.On the edge of the penthouse balcony, a young woman sighed, her emerald green eyes gazing idly down at the faint lights passing back and forth below. Her flowing golden hair swayed in the breeze that circled around the tower as she once more reached over to a nearby table, picking up a small bit of volcanic rock and giving it a flick over the side.
Clack. It clattered over the metal railing and fell out of sight, just like all the others had before it. A faint flash of light appeared as it fell, and she repeated the process once again.
It had all happened so suddenly. There, in the darkness of her despair, a voice had called out to her. She had heeded its summons blindly, willing to do anything, to sacrifice anything, for another chance. The next thing she knew, knowledge of a time not her own was pouring into her head, and a goal was given to her. It was a simple enough task: the complete and total annihilation of anyone who would oppose her wish. And yet, it still seemed all so unreal. Even after all she had seen and done - no, precisely because of what she had seen and done - it was difficult for her to believe that any of this was possible. How could it be that this man calling her his Servant was still...? The desire she felt was still unquestionably the same. And yet, he didn't seem to know anything about the momentous task they had begun together.
Clack. Another stone was cast over the railing, and flew off to perform the task its master had set for it.
...No matter. He would surely recall everything in due time, would he not? That was what her instincts said, and she was just so happy... so happy to have another chance. Even if he hated her, or even if the master who'd summoned her had bound her will completely with a command spell so that she couldn't so much as think for herself, she wouldn't have been angry. How could she be? She had defied fate, destiny, and all the world's reason to be here, at this moment, for the sake of this one wish. She couldn't have possibly asked for more.
Clack. Another stone fell. With that, there was but one more, and her preparations would be complete.
Of course, to anyone looking at her, this
curious young woman wouldn't appear to be anything more than some rare beauty, perhaps from a far-off country, simply enjoying the sights that the city had to offer. She had donned the simpler clothes of this new era in favor of her own attire - a thin, silky white blouse in lieu of her hauberk of mail, and a navy blue blazer in favor of her customary surcoat. Brown leather gloves replaced armored gauntlets, brown dress shoes and tall white stockings filled in for gilded sabatons, and simple brown cotton shorts took the place of her armored leathern skirt.
She clapped her hands together, a small puff of dust falling away from her gloves as she spun upon the ball of her foot, silently slid open the glass door leading back into the penthouse, and stepped once more inside. Slipping between two large potted ferns, she peered into the living room. Now that her preparations were complete, she could-
"LANCER! DID YOU CATCH ANY SIGHT OF POTENTIAL MASTERS ON YOUR END?! STAKING OUT IS GETTING BORING!"...The blonde servant blinked at the sudden roar. It wasn't that she wasn't used to such behavior, but at the same time, his unexpectedly violent attitude seemed quite unsuited for one as young as he was.
"Lancer? Report?" He asked again, looking back and forth across the room. This time, he almost sounded like he wasn't expecting an answer. What, was he afraid she'd left him? A cheeky grin formed on her face, and she tiptoed silently into the room behind him. Reaching out, she suddenly wound her arms around the crook of his elbow, tilting her head to rest it gently upon his shoulder. The young man who'd summoned her - Edward, her dear Master - was an outstanding man, taller by a head than most around him. But, Lancer herself was only just a touch shorter than he himself was, allowing her to easily cushion her cheek upon his shoulder as she raised her lips just centimeters shy of his ear.
"You say that as if you're the one who's looking." Her teasing whisper sounded quite suddenly in his ear before she drew her head back and giggled, releasing his arm and spinning around in front of him, turning like a dancer to slide herself in directly in front of him, raising her arms to either side as if inviting him to wrap his own arms around her waist and begin some elegant waltz within the stillness of the upscale penthouse. She was probably pushing her luck again, but she simply couldn't help herself. After everything that had happened, having this young man here, so close that she could feel his warmth... It made her so happy that she could almost cry for joy.
And yet, it would not last - not unless measures were taken. One such step was already completed, and she supposed that it would be most shameful of her to ignore her noble Master's command for a report on her progress. So, still giggling at her own little games, she swiftly disentangled herself from her Master and spun to face him once again.
"Alright! Your allotted time to play with your beautiful Servant is now up!" She declared cheerfully, still grinning cheekily at her no-doubt flummoxed master.
"Now then, on to business, as you requested! You'll be pleased to know that I've already begun searching for local Prana-based disturbances in the area. If any Servants or Magi start mucking about nearby, we'll be the first to know. My Berkana-runed stones will return here - or rather, to the balcony outside - and then guide us to the area of the disturbance. This concludes my report!" She gave an exaggerated salute, before crossing her arms and staring very pointedly at Edward.
"Well? Aren't you impressed?" She asked impatiently.
"Come on, it's only polite to praise someone who's working so hard for you, right?" She gave an exaggerated growl, sulking girlishly for a moment before suddenly leaping up atop a nearby footstool.
"For example, perhaps something like this?" She exclaimed, theatrically gesticulating as if she were about to launch into some kind of grand operatic solo.
"'Oh, Lancer!'" She began, declaiming her Master's supposed "lines" with all the gusto of a career ham actor, swooning as if overcome by emotion beneath an unseen spotlight.
"'Out of all Servants, you are by far the best suited to me!'" She nodded to herself, evidently quite pleased with what her Master was thinking, according to her own interpretation.
"'Indeed! You are the only one fit to be at my side! For not only are you the most beautiful, the swiftest, and the strongest, but now you have shown yourself to be the most resourceful above all else! Your command of magic exceeds that of Caster, your martial prowess far surpasses any Saber! Your swiftness and grace bedazzle the very heavens themselves!' OHOHOHO~!" She raised a hand "elegantly" to cover her mouth, giving an exaggerated, crass impression of what she perhaps assumed to be a "high-class" laugh.
"'Oh! I am overcome!'" She "swooned" once more, "stumbling" to the edge of the footstool.
"'Oh! Oh! I am falling, so undone by amazement am I!'" She allowed herself to topple backwards, flopping downward into the cushions of the couch Edward himself had formerly occupied.
"'Oh, I've fallen now, and now here I lie.'" Ending her "impersonation" on this rather lame note, she abruptly sprang back up, bowing so deeply that her forehead practically touched the back of the chair.
"Oh, no, no applause, thank you, thank you, you're too kind!" Laughing once more, she hopped down from her perch, landing so as to stare her Master in the eye.
"What's the matter with you, anyway, my dear Master? You seem out of sorts this evening," She asked at last, raising one eyebrow as her almost offensively cheerful demeanor slowly receded to a more normal level.
@Seirei No Hai
Mira Grace
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Mira froze, taken completely aback by her Servant's sudden shift in demeanor. When she'd first appeared, Saber seemed no-nonsense, and honestly a little bit scary. But this... this request actually set the young witch a bit more at ease.
"Actually, I think I'd feel safer with you remaining physically present, anyway. I don't have many dealings with other people," She couldn't help but cringe a bit at how much of an understatement that was.
"...So I don't think it'll cause any problems. Besides, the tether between us doesn't seem like it'll take much of my Prana just to support you, so I don't think that's a cause for concern, either." She gave a faint smile.
"So... I don't mind, I guess. Although, if we're going out, you might want to cover your armor, at least. I think some people might be scared if they saw you like you are right now."God knows I was, when I first saw her just now... She refrained from adding this little point, but then another matter caught her attention.
"Oh... but the only clothes I have here are mine... I wonder if they'll even fit you...?"@VitaVitaAR
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