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@BlackstripeI mean, bear two things in mind. For one thing, Mira is so sheltered that she probably has no idea that Homunculi are even a thing, and for another, her Magic Circuits are INSANELY good by modern standards because she's a Witch, even if she doesn't have many of them. So, given what she knows about the degradation of Magic over time, there's really no reason for her to assume that there's another Master who can rival, match, or exceed her level of output.

I'm not really sure how the two of them compare power-wise, though. I think Mira has more raw Prana at her disposal, but Estelle has her beat when it comes to efficiency due to being literally a living Magic Circuit, so she could definitely output more energy at once, making it possible for her to overwhelm Mira in the short term.

EDIT: Also, I hope I managed to do justice to the Nasuverse tradition of weird fight scene descriptions. I felt like having the traditional "Master sees Servants fighting for the first time" moment was non-negotiable. XD

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@Raineh DazeProbably very, if she could hear it, but right now she's more focused on micromanaging all of her Familiars and keeping pace with the fight against Rider.

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Mira Grace

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #8AB8E6 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #EBB40E

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True to her word, Saber followed through on her end of the bargain, challenging Rider directly. A battle without the involvement of Masters... That meant she wouldn't have to worry about any more surprise attacks, provided that Rider wasn't simply bluffing. But if there was one lesson that her mother had hammered into her head, it was that people from outside couldn't be trusted. What if Rider lied, and was just waiting for the chance to kill her when her guard was down? Or, come to think of it, their deal hadn't included any provisions against the Masters targeting each other... Then, that meant that this girl whose bloodthirst was practically palpable might try to attack her, right? No matter. She was a Witch, an inheritor on an ancient mystery, of curses beyond the reckoning of the modern era. There was no way a modern Magus could overpower her, was there? She tried to psyche herself up, to tell herself that there was nothing to fear, but at the same time, she had no idea of what modern magi were capable of. What if this girl had some kind of trick up her sleeve? The arrival of another Magus only further increased her apprehension, especially considering that this other woman didn't seem to have a Servant with her. That narrowed the possibilities down distinctly. Archer, Assassin, and Caster would all be loathe to show themselves directly, and of course, all of them would doubtless pose the most direct threats to her own person.

She decided that no precaution should be spared, and began recalling her flocks of familiars, crows circling far overhead in preparation for the battle to come. It was odd, though... As her flock descended, she couldn't help but notice that there was another bird of some sort in the air here, despite the howling winds and the growing feeling of danger from the two Spirits clashing below. It wasn't one of her familiars, and it didn't look like anything she'd seen around her manor, either... One of her crows glimpsed something golden trailing from its neck, confirming her suspicions.

There's a Familiar watching us.

No matter. Saber already had her orders not to go too far. This didn't change anything. As for herself, all she could do was prepare as best she could and hope she could handle whatever surprise attacks might be directed at herself. With her flock observing the battlefield from above on all sides, it was unlikely that she could be approached by an enemy Magus without forewarning, but Servants had ways to circumvent such measures. It was hasty, but her best means of defense would be...

Unseen by the others, her Prana surged through her primed crest, spreading outward from her body in the form of almost imperceptibly tiny threads, stretching themselves across the air all around her person. If any would dare attack her, they'd best have been prepared to endure the curses that befit a Witch such as herself.

...At that moment, everything began to shake. Once more, Mira struggled to follow the battle that was unfolding in front of her. Her own Servant, Saber, was naught but a glimmering blur, dancing between descending blows such that her very form seemed to bend and twist beyond Mira's ability to distinguish. But Rider... Rider's motions no longer so much as resembled the act of "moving." Rather, it was as if his destination and his location were always one and the same, and by the time her brain could so much as realize the fact that he had "moved," the "motion" had already been completed.

Two seconds had passed, but the conclusion was already immediately obvious. Saber wasn't just on the defensive... she was on the back foot. This battle was one that was ill-suited to her in the first place, as, out in the wide open of the crater, there was no high ground to take up to deter an enemy advance, nor was there any cover to place between herself and her enemy to obstruct Rider's movements. The mounted servant, on the other hand, had every advantage, as he was capable of striking at her from any direction he wanted without so much as slowing down, then darting out of reach the moment she tried to counter. His reach, positioning, and speed all exceeded hers, while Saber couldn't bring her own innate power to bear. But, now that they'd already been confronted, there was no way to reposition themselves either - not without presenting Rider with the perfect opportunity to strike. Then... what could be done? Was their only option to hope that Saber could outlast her enemy? Or would they have to resort to using Saber's Noble Phantasms? But not even Mira knew what her Servant was capable of... What if she didn't have anything that could work against this enemy? And, in the first place, the Rider class excelled when it came to Noble Phantasms! If she resorted to such a technique, then the only way to ensure victory would be if it killed Rider instantly, because if he got the chance to retaliate, then...!

No choice. She'd already committed to the defense, which meant that she only had one option. She had to trust Saber, trust in the strongest Servant that she had given her all to summon! An image flashed before her mind, the eye of a black cat opening wide and glowing amidst the darkness, reflecting the light of the crescent moon. With this trigger, a creeping numbness began to spread through her extremities, carrying with it a feeling of warmth and an electric crackle as her old and powerful circuits simmered to life, bursting with energy that she funneled into her link with Saber as fast as she could. Even if they had no other advantage, at the very least, her Servant's stamina wouldn't be outdone!

@VitaVitaAR@Blackstripe

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@Cu ChulainnI feel like Lancer and Berserker would probably get along really well if it wasn't for the whole trying to kill each other thing. Dunno for sure yet, though.

...Also, I've always been insanely psyched to get the chance to write Lancer, so I'm really looking forward to getting to have her fight other Servants. It's gonna be awesome. :D

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@Blackstripe@VitaVitaARJust FYI, edited my post because I realized Mira forgot to address Estelle. That has since been rectified.

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Mira Grace

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #8AB8E6 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #EBB40E

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If she hadn't been currently observing her surroundings through the eyes of her familiars, she wouldn't have even realized anything was happening before it was too late.

One of her ravens observed the flash of light the moment the chariot launched, and Mira herself was just turning to get a closer look when something slammed into her from the side and she felt herself being violently yanked off her feet. By this time, her brain had managed to comprehend that the light she had seen was an attack, but it took her a few fractions of a second longer to realize that the "something" that had grabbed hold of her was her own Servant. At this point, she began to think of the possibility of defending herself, but by this point, she was already out of the way. Just like that, faster than the blink of an eye, her life had been endangered and then saved. It was an utterly unreasonable fact, and yet it was undeniable. Even though she'd known that Servants were on a completely different level... Was this really the kind of enemy she'd have to face?

As her Servant exchanged words with the enemy - Rider, it seemed - the enemy Master shot back some kind of jab addressed at her, but she was still a bit dazed from the adrenaline coursing suddenly through her brain. The words she heard seemed as though they came from a great distance, and her thoughts were still racing with the singular knowledge that her death had just been a distinct possibility. So, this was the terror of a fight to the death. This was the Holy Grail War.

This was bad. A direct fight so early on, while it would be a good opportunity to test her Servant's abilities, also carried with it far too many risks. Out in the open like this, on unfamiliar terrain, she couldn't use her own abilities to their fullest. Besides, wouldn't other Masters likely be in the area of the Church? If things kept up like this, they'd end up surrounded and picked off the moment they began to tire out... and Rider's master didn't seem willing to back down, either, regardless of the risks. Still, if there was one thing Mira was confident in, it was her magecraft. A crisscrossing array of circuits pulsed outward from her heart as she primed her Magic Crest with Prana, searching through it for the information she'd need to do battle. It didn't matter how highly this girl thought of herself... Mira was a peerless Witch, the likes of whom could not exist within this world! And if it was a battle of attrition, then the Servant she herself had summoned couldn't possibly be worn down!

Although the bond between them was a new one, Mira wasn't unused to dealing with familiars. Their perceptions were shared just like they were with her crows, but she could now transfer information both ways. So, reaching out with her senses, she addressed her Servant from within the depths of her mind.

Saber. I will not ask you to go all out, or to overexert yourself. I'll give you as much Prana as you need, so just don't lose to them, no matter what, alright? If we slip up against this opponent, we'll be picked off by whoever else comes looking for a fight, even if we bring him down with us. Do you think you can do it?

"I didn't... I didn't summon a Servant just to give up," She said quietly, her voice almost drowned out by the wind in the wake of Rider's immense attack. "I won't cower before the first self-proclaimed enemy who arrives to confront me!" Her voice built quite sharply, as if the very nature of her being had changed in an instant. This was the demeanor not of Mira, the isolated girl, but that of Mira, the mighty witch. Parroting back lines from a play she'd read in script recently, she adopted old-fashioned words to suit the old-fashioned persona she had so painstakingly crafted. 'Ambition should be made of sterner stuff!' 'There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, and we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.' Saber! They'll come not one pace closer, understood?"

@VitaVitaAR@Blackstripe

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

I think I'll add one final section and leave it to Zero to round things out, because I'd like to do one more thing before we post, but we'll have it up tomorrow, if that's alright with everyone.

The Primal Fury - A Dragon Ball Story

C A I L A N

| B I R T H N A M E |

• Cailan

| N I C K N A M E |

• Cai

| S O B R I Q U E T S |

• Magic Bullet, Bastard Upstart

| P O W E R L E V E L |

• 5000

| A G E |

• 20

| A P P E A R A N C E |

• Somewhat distinctive amongst the other Saiyans of the expedition, Cailan notably forgoes most of the traditional Saiyan battle armor and accoutrements. In their place, she's usually seen clad in a simple, form-fitting black bodysuit and a loose-fitting green silken robe with an odd, asymmetrical design, held up by a matching belt and bandolier. The latter of these also sometimes holds up a band of weights around her body, in the event that she's trying to hold herself back in a fight for the sake of training.
  
  Although this is ostensibly her combat attire, her robes are not terribly durable or resistant to damage, simply very comfortable and easy to move in. The only real bits of her wardrobe that are distinctively "Saiyan" in design are her green-tinted scouter and her dark navy and silver armguards and boots, while the others appear to be based on some kind of alien design - made obvious by the fact that the hole in the back of her bodysuit for her tail seems to have been crudely cut into it rather than sewn into the original garment. Speaking of her tail, she's also notable in that she doesn't normally keep her tail wrapped around her waist like a belt, but rather keeps it tucked beneath the skirts of her dress, wound loosely around her left thigh. This makes it hard to so much as see underneath her robe, much less grab onto it, preventing people from taking advantage of an otherwise dangerous weak spot.
  
  As far as Cailan's actual physical features go, she's... not terribly imposing. She stands only at a total height of five feet, four inches, and while her build has some muscle to it, she's not nearly as brawny as the other Saiyans on the ship. Her skin is very pale, suggesting a life spent mostly either in space or on planets without much natural light - or perhaps some alien ancestry in addition to her Saiyan blood. She also notably lacks many battle scars or other such marks of past conflicts, of which her comrades-in-arms have countless more. Although her dark hair isn't terribly unusual for a Saiyan - jet black in color and generally very straight but curving back upward into messy spikes at the ends of each strand - her bright green eyes are definitely an oddity, as most Saiyans have brown or gray eyes. And, if this wasn't enough to tip an observer off that she's not entirely of Saiyan blood, a closer inspection might reveal a couple of other bizarre traits - her ears are actually slightly pointed, as are her canine teeth...

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

• When one envisions a stereotypical Saiyan, they'd imagine someone with lots of bluster and built-up rage, always roaring or smashing or... well, you get the picture.
  
  Cailan is anything but ordinary, as far as these stereotypes are concerned. Generally very stoic and serious, she's usually identifiable by her blank, impassive expression and quiet tone of voice. More often than not, she's quite outspoken, preferring to let others debate and argue things amongst themselves rather than offer her opinion unsolicited. Given her low powerlevel and quiet demeanor, one would thus likely assume her to be a doormat or a sycophant, simply trying to avoid trouble with her superiors. And, in part, you'd be right to assume this. She's usually quite polite and formal when she speaks, and generally does what she's told. However, she's also been known to voice her disgust with particular superiors who given her insane or distasteful orders, couching her scorn and derision in flowery words and sarcasm.
  
  Her attitude towards combat isn't quite as simple. On the one hand, she's got the usual Saiyan battle-hunger, and appreciates few things more than the chance to hone her skills and demonstrate her combat prowess. The more frenetic the pace of the fight, the more beautiful the dance, the more overwhelming the high - so much the better. Similarly, she's clearly quite proud of her martial prowess and accomplishments in battle, and is more than willing to face overwhelming odds to see that pride vindicated. However, she lacks the ruthlessness, the indiscriminate savagery, the brutality, that tends to define her race as a whole. She has little to no interest in killing those who don't pose a threat to her, and finds conquest and dominion to be boring prospects. Raw power without any level of finesse tends to disgust her, as she views it as a waste of potential. If she finds an enemy's resolve or their skills particularly admirable, she might even spare them, simply because she would think it a shame to destroy such potential. She doesn't fight for the sake of bettering her standing, or for acquiring authority or political power, but rather seems solely fixated upon improving herself. She betters herself for the sake of battle and does battle for the sake of bettering herself.
  
  This isn't to say she's a saint however. By and large, Cailan simply does whatever happens to please one person: herself. She enjoys battle, and so seeks it out, but this is far from her only source of fulfillment. Good food, the thrill of venturing into the unknown, the beauty of art, the precise time and artistry of a complex dance... In most cases, these interests are harmless, albeit curious affectations of discriminating taste and culture for a Saiyan - and a low-class half-breed, at that. Even taking all of these things into account, there's one vitally important thing to remember. Even if she's polite, follows orders dutifully, and generally dislikes mindless mayhem and slaughter, Cailan's first and foremost priority is self-fulfillment. In the end, the person who matters most to her is always herself.

| A B I L I T I E S |

• Tinkerer: Although not trained in any formal capacity, Cailan has taken apart several different bits of Saiyan tech and pieced them back together, giving her a general idea of how they work. Based on this knowledge, she's capable of cobbling together some surprisingly effective jury-rigged devices, such as the emergency beacon she used to return from exile.
• Awareness of Self: Rather than being a master of combat, or a master of ki manipulation, Cailan could best be described as a natural genius of self-control. Capable of precisely regulating her breathing and her body's movements down to the slightest twitch, she makes no unnecessary exertions, nor does she wear herself out easily. Through this instinctive knowledge of her own capabilities and limitations, she's also capable of putting her body's natural flexibility to good use, and fighting by using precise control of and redirection of force rather than trying to utilize brute strength, which she herself naturally lacks due to her small size and meager stature.
• Maximum Efficiency: Her self-control also lends itself perfectly to her rather odd style of Ki combat, as even without extensive training, she's naturally talented at narrowing down the focal point of her ki emissions to a very specific point - or, more often, joint - of her body, rather than spreading her power wastefully over a large area. Because of this, she's capable of learning otherwise advanced techniques with relative ease, even despite her lack of formal training - provided that the technique in question doesn't require more raw power than she's capable of letting out. Similarly, it also makes her movements while flying incredibly precise for the same reason, as she's capable of easily maneuvering and altering her trajectory without any significant difficulty.

| T E C H N I Q U E S |

• Fighting Style: Cailan generally fights not via brute strength, but by a mix of precise blows, defensive grappling techniques, and long-range ki-based combat. Her usual method of attacking enemies in close quarters is through sweeping, dance-like kicks, making full use of her significantly greater leg strength and releasing ki at the point of impact to amplify the damage done by her attacks. This also compensates somewhat for her height, as her legs have a significantly longer reach than her arms do, and the constant movement involved in her spinning, twisting, whirling style of combat helps her to avoid retaliation. When she absolutely must face a melee attack head on, she usually won't try to block it directly, but rather prefers to precisely redirect the force away from her center of mass, sometimes using a series of grabs, twists, and pins to use the force of the enemy's own swing to throw them or knock them to the ground, compensating for her lack of strength. In general, though, she avoids hand-to-hand combat if she can help it, due to her lack of strength, leverage, or formal training. Instead, it's her own self-taught Ki techniques that she relies on in serious fights.
• BBB - Blade Bullet Barricade: The first of Cailan's personal techniques, and the basis for those that follow. This move is meant not as an attack, but rather as a means of repelling ki-based attacks against the user. It relies on Cailan's keen control of her own movements to function. While a normal move might use a surface such as "the hand" or "the eye" as a focal point for emitting ki, this move instead focuses ki through the precise muscles and tendons of the user's arm. This creates a "shell" around the arm it's channeled through, which moves in accordance with the muscles of the arm in question. The end result resembles some kind of a mantle or cape made out of her pale green ki, which swirls and twists around her arm, violently severing and distorting anything it comes into contact with (operating under a similar principle of "cutting" through condensed ki to the Kienzan). As a result, this can be used to rip incoming attacks asunder, scattering their energy and rendering it significantly less potent, or simply "erasing" them outright. It has additional uses when it comes to amplifying her otherwise weak punches, since it turns her arm into a makeshift ki drill, and in helping her maneuver, since by moving her arm, she can extend and contract the aura, releasing pulses that can increase her speed or alter her trajectory in the air.
• BBB - Blade Bullet Blitz: A more offensively-oriented and precise variant of her first technique. Instead of focusing using the muscles of her arm, this narrows down the point of emission even further, concentrating solely on the tendons in her fingers. The end result is a "claw" or "spear" of ki energy that can be extended or contracted by miming the same motion with her fingers, and which can bend and twist, seeking out targets so long as she can follow her movements with her fingers. While this attack has tremendous piercing power and limited tracking ability, it has a firing delay for consecutive attacks with each "bullet," as, if one of her "shots" overshoots its mark, she needs to first contract the "spear," adjust her aim, then launch it again. This allows particularly fast opponents to slip through her "net" by charging right down the middle. And, while she's focusing through her extremities, she can't also form a Barricade, meaning her defenses are temporarily down when she's launching a Blitz.
• BBB - Blade Bullet Burnout A fine-tuned variant of both of the above techniques, specialized for higher output, and meant to counter large beam-type attacks a la the Galick Gun or Kamehameha. It functions by channeling energy simultaneously through every tendon of the user's arm, releasing an initial pulse similar to the Barricade while also projecting several curving "spears" from the user's fingers to circle around the beam. If timed right, this can stave off a beamstruggle before counterattacking the enemy to disrupt their control, either by hitting them or forcing them to dodge. However, it uses up a lot more ki than either of the above techniques, and also requires such intense control that a single unnecesary movement could disrupt the technique, meaning that once she starts using this tactic, she's forced to commit to facing an incoming attack head-on, and can't pull out if her defenses start to break before her counterattack reaches its target. Because of this, it's a high risk, high reward maneuver. The opponent will be hard-pressed to dodge, and even if they do escape unscathed, they'll likely have exhausted themselves uselessly and left themselves wide open. However, she herself can't retreat or deal with other attacks in the meantime, meaning she's wide open and easy to overwhelm through a sheer difference in power, limiting the utility of this move somewhat.

| B I O G R A P H Y |

• Born to a low-class warrior and a near-Human - or rather, near-Saiyan - alien warrior woman who was taken by him as a servant and concubine in exchange for sparing her life, Cailan was largely scorned by the people of her father's homeworld due to her mixed ancestry and low power-level at birth. Although originally she was allowed to be raised by her mother to become a servant herself, after her father was injured in battle and could no longer fight, he needed some way to continue his legacy of service to the crown - and, by extension, to their new PTO masters. It was a toss-up between his weak legitimate younger son and his equally weak bastard daughter. So, in order to spare himself the shame his first offpsring might bring him, her father petitioned her to be sent on a "purge mission" to test her worth: she'd be dropped onto a potential target for the PTO when she was still only a child. If she could survive once her fighting instincts awakened and exterminate the planet's inhabitants, her pod would activate a distress beacon confirming she was alive and well, and she'd be recovered to put into service as a low-class warrior for the PTO. And, if she didn't manage to survive... well, then what was the big loss if some half-breed bastard bit the dust, anyway?
  
  Needless to say, Cailan didn't die there. Her mother, taking pity on her, managed to slip a few useful tools and supplies into her pod before it was launched, and left her instructions on basic things like building a shelter, finding food, and making signals in the hopes that she could find shelter with the natives until she was strong enough to overcome and exterminate them. Even still, her odds weren't good, but a series of accidents ultimately worked in her favor. First, her pod ended up getting inadvertently stranded when it stopped on a largely uninhabited planet to replenish its environmental subsystems. Next, she discovered that the planet she had ended up on was home to many dangerous predators, but also had a great many indigenous fruits, as well as two large moons with short orbital periods. As a result, she spent most of her days sleeping, then would sally forth during the night, taking on her Great Ape form to rampage through the area until she'd exterminated all creatures in the surroundings, or driven any other potential threats away. After that, she'd go out on the following mornings and scavenge up whatever food she could. In this way, she managed to establish a territory of her own, and, indeed, managed to live somewhat comfortably.
  
  In the mean time, she began tinkering with her damaged pod, trying to discover how it worked based on the instructions left her by her mother. Through trial and error, she managed to get the distress beacon working again, and, to her surprise, it was answered not by Saiyans, but rather by a group of alien space travelers. Taking pity on the girl - who wisely concealed her Saiyan heritage for fear of being abandoned - they offered her a place aboard their ship. She spent the next few years in transit along with her benefactors, sating her curiosity by learning as much as she could from them. They taught her about a great many things she'd never been aware of - of formal combat, yes, but more importantly of things such as art, etiquette, and philosophy, which fascinated her.
  
  Even in her isolation, she had appreciated the beauty of the world around her, the grace of the birds in their flight. Based on these impressions, she'd taken her first steps towards self-mastery, discovering how to fly by herself, and inventing the first of her special techniques to assist her in her efforts to be like them by granting her "wings" like theirs - the "mantle" she ultimately mastered creating later on. Finding that there were entire arts dedicated to replicating that beauty made her feel vindicated in her efforts, and drove her to obsess over further perfecting the "art" which she had set about creating. Combat wasn't just about who was strong and who was weak, as her father had so foolishly assumed when he sent her away. Rather, it was about skill, finesse, mastery for mastery's sake! By perfecting her talents to the highest degree, she might perhaps demonstrate that to the ones who had derided her as useless, and prove the value of her life and her abilities.
  
  Eventually, she jumped from ship to ship clear back to Planet Vegeta, and offered her services as a warrior. As it happened, however, she turned out to be a convenient tool for the crew of the Primal Fury, as her power had grown to a point which, while not considerable, it would nevertheless make her useful as a vanguard. And, fortunately, what few records existed of her birth and life all recorded her mission as a failure and herself as being lost in transit and presumed dead, which meant there wasn't even any information about her to falsify. So it was that she was placed as one of the grunts of the crew - a disposable low-class warrior meant to fight for the cause of future Saiyan glory.
  
  Personally, she couldn't have cared less what she was fighting for. So long as she could attain newer, greater heights and demonstrate her own "art," she'd ask for little else.

| M I S C. N O T E S |

• Her mother's species, while I don't have a name for it, is basically a Humanoid with pale white or blue skin, fanglike teeth, and pointed ears - just in case that ever becomes relevant to the plot.
  
  Also, as she spent a great deal of her childhood in her Great Ape form, she's reached a certain level of control over it, such that she's still capable of retaining her basic thought process while she's transformed. However, she detests the Great Ape form in general, since she can't control her Ki with nearly the same level of precision while using it, and thus it symbolizes everything she detests in battle - power without artistry, elegance, control, or finesse.

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Lancer

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #0EB94D || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #FFFA90

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Lancer blinked. What was the word for it in this era, again? She wracked her brains, trying to sort through all the information that had been stuffed into her head upon her summoning.

Ah. Right.

Did I just travel across centuries' worth of time just to get "friend-zoned?"

But no matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem to be pushing her away. He was trying his hardest to appear generous and commanding, but despite his best efforts, he was so obvious... Really, he was just grateful for the attention, wasn't he? Her poor Master... How lonely had his life been up until now that he couldn't even ask for her company without his usual backhanded antics, even when she offered it freely? Of course, the fault was her own. If only she'd existed in this time period to begin with, she surely would have been by his side from his first breath to his life's final end. But her arrival had been late - inexcusably late. She'd lost valuable years she could have spent in his company, and he must have been just as lonely as she was... right? Even if he tried to hide it, she was absolutely certain that this was undeniable proof of exactly what she'd been hoping for. Her Master really did need her, really wanted her and only her to be the one by his side. And even if it was kind of sad looking at the way he tried to tell her that, it was just so cute that she couldn't fault him for it. Even if he was different from the sort of man Lancer was used to dealing with, he was perfect in his own way.

"As for my secrets, I'd... rather not risk divulging them yet. This city in this time is ill-suited to discussing such matters, when enemy Servants still oppose us. But... when the time is right... I promise to tell you everything. Is that acceptable?" She asked. But didn't wait for an answer. It was underhanded not to give him the chance to agree, but if he commanded her to tell him, she'd only be able to obey, and truth be told... She wanted him to come to his own conclusions. To understand her himself. It was a long shot, but if he just thought about it, then maybe...!

"All that aside, however," She pressed on, giving her usual disarming grin. "I must admit, you've piqued my curiosity. What exactly are these 'best friend things' you speak of? They sound fun!" Of course, her knowledge of the time's standards made it fairly obvious what the answer would probably be, but she didn't have to tell him that she already knew. Besides, he might have his own ideas... Especially if he was secretly hoping to take her up on some of her earlier offers? Oh, she hadn't even thought of that! Maybe if she feigned cluelessness she could get him to take her out on a play date? He wouldn't be embarrassed or think she was clingy if she had no idea of the implications of what she was doing, after all...

My own brilliance astounds even me sometimes, She thought, her heart already racing at the thought of what was to come. It was just a shame that before she could really appreciate any of that, she'd have to go kill six of Humanity's strongest warriors in direct combat. That was enough to put a damper on even her spirits.

@Seirei No Hai

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Mira Grace

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #8AB8E6 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #EBB40E

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As Saber looked awkwardly away, Mira's heart sank. She'd been trying to be polite, but... had she made her upset? She didn't want to be complimented based on her appearance, it seemed. It made sense, given how prim and proper she looked, and how intimidating her mannerisms were... Of course a warrior wouldn't want to be told she looked pretty. It had been so stupid of her to assume that her words would be taken as anything but an insult.

"I'm sorry," She apologized quickly, lowering her head in a pseudo-bow before quickly looking in the opposite direction herself, not wanting to meet her Servant's eyes in case she was genuinely angry with her. The two thus continued down the dusty road leading off the manor's grounds and through the Bounded Field that covered it, into the world outside.

Upon stepping over the boundary that denoted her territory, Mira found herself assailed by a gust of wind that felt uncomfortably cold compared to the warm-yet-stale air she was used to. It was as if, by stepping over that unseen line, she'd entered a completely different world from the one she'd just left. She tugged her cloak more tightly around herself and pressed on, gazing in wonder at the now-visible expanse of lights unfolding just a mile or so down the thickly forested hill upon which her manor sat. This was a city? She'd seen pictures, read descriptions of them in books, but... To think that all of that could be real. Even at a distance it was dazzling, like a million tiny candles burning all across the plains below, towers and other vast shapes rising up from their midst.

"So this is Redrock...?" She murmured to herself. She wanted a closer look, so she changed her perspective momentarily, taking in the sights through the eyes of her wandering familiars. Unknown, strange structures, giant stone-like roads, countless flashing lights and other such baffling enigmas... This was even stranger than fiction! No matter how much she'd given herself to contemplation of what the outside world might have been like, this transcended all of her expectations.

"'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.'" The line came to mind as if unbidden, and she repeated it without thinking. To think her life had changed so much in so little time... to think she'd find herself outside again... to think that she finally had a guest who'd be staying with her... And to think of all the possibilities that lay ahead if she could win this war...

She hadn't the faintest idea where to begin.

@VitaVitaAR

Fate/esoterica

@Rin You...play Grand Order now? I am not alone?! :D

@Cu Chulainn@Feyblue To be a Lancer is no simple thing. One must always have a degree of suffering to qualify for this prestigious class. Take this chart for example:

Lancer Sufering Chart

Add a touch of being Irish to the mix, and then one has the perfect formula for being a lancer. >:D

@Crusader Lord

But the question is... Is this war's Lancer Irish? 0w0