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Berserker
Interacting with: @Turboshitter


First there was a blank stare of disbelief. Then a narrowing of downcast eyes followed this expression of shock, and click of the tongue followed that. The Holy Grail had called her to this age- No, the Holy Grail had called on her specifically to this age. Yet her summoner saw it fit to question her very identity? This was troubling. But even more troubling was the fact that she was had been troubled by such a small slight in the first place.

Clearly something was wrong, but she couldn't quite figure out why. Was this a modification by the Berserker class? An instance of flawed magery? Irregardless, she cast such bothersome thoughts from her mind. All she needed here in this place was her blade, her valor, and her faith. She inhaled sharply, about to answer the magus' words, when she heard the addition to his question. Yes. What she needed here was her faith. In abundance. And not just in the Lord.

"'Remembered me differently'? Tell me, wizard," Berserker snapped with frightening celerity, "Do the people of this age sing a bad song?” It was no threat, but the tone made it difficult to discern. But worry underlining those words was clear: how far did these revisions go? Simple embellishment was a staple of mythic tales, yes. She could even understand why her gender would be obfuscated. But to step upon the sacrifices of her and her men would be the greatest of insults. “The pride of those heroes will not be tarnished by the words of those Saracen snakes,” she seethed, an angered scowl adorning her features.

“Regardless summoner, I am indeed the hero you speak of,” she answered proudly, expression taking a less irate form. “Though clearly not in the way you expected. But I am, as you said, the greatest of the Twelve Peers. So wipe that look from your face; I am sure that such superficial preconceptions will be cast aside soon enough.” She emphasized that with a particularly vicious grin. “If not, it will become clear that I am as great a fool as Olivier said, entrusting my fate to the likes of a summoner who cannot appreciate arms mastery at its finest.”

Berserker stepped past Albert and gestured with a gauntleted hand for him to follow. “Come, magus. We head forth to the house of God,” she commanded, “Imitation or otherwise, this is a Holy Grail War, is it not? I have no intentions of dying, but it is only right we give Him praise and request absolution before the onset of battle, as is tradition of my time.” She pulled the door open and left.

Moments later, her head peeked from the side of the doorway, looking back at the teen and his menagerie of familiars. "Master," she pointed at Albert, "It is time to gauge your intelligence gathering capabilities. Where is the Church?"
...That black is super ugly I need to choose a better color.
Berserker
Interacting with: @Turboshitter


The touch of prana and the first words of the chant lit the magic circle, casting the room in its fluctuating glow. The hum of magic emanated from the base of the ritual, like echoes of the clarion call cast into the Throne of Heroes. The reactions intensified with each spoken word and each unit of prana poured forth.

Then, as the aria reached its apex, the summoning circle erupted into a maelstrom of energy. The swirling haze at the base of the sigil became a raging whirlwind that threatened to rend its surroundings with unmatched intensity. At the same time, arcs of raw energy rampaged across the room and the dull thrum of prana became a deafening roar. Then, in a single instant, the room was flooded by a brilliant, blinding and all-consuming radiance.

Beneath the blinding shroud, motes of light coalesced into a featureless human form, and from deep within the Throne of Heroes came a response to the summons. Then came the imprinting of mind, body and soul within the hollow container. But such a flawed construct cannot contain Heroic Spirit in their full radiance. There came the Servant's class, stripping away the branches of legend like a sculptor at work.

The featureless form took shape. First assuming the appearance of the hero, then imprinting conceptual information. Class abilities, personal skills, and Noble Phantasms were integrated through adaptation of legend. Finally, the Grail granted the necessary data on Heroic Spirits and the modern day.

Deep amidst the swirling mist stood the form of a knight, the back of a feminine silhouette scarcely illuminated by the circle's fading glow. Her mere presence radiated an almost overwhelming aura of power. In her hand, a silver blade that shone like a beacon of starlight in the haze. The knight touched a hand to the edge of the sword and seemed to inspect it before it dissolved into shards of energy. Then, with the sound of shifting steel and crunching honeycomb, she turned to the magus.

In that moment, the light of the ritual dissipated, spelling an end to the summoning. In its place, the artificial lighting flickered back to life. The summoning was complete, yet Albert's circuits experienced no respite. The steady siphoning of prana continued, but this was only natural for such a ritual. After all, anchoring a Servant to the mortal plane was no simple task, even with all the compromises put in place by the Holy Grail War system.

"Servant..." she paused, raising a hand to her eye level and creating a few experimental fists. "...Berserker." There was clear tinge of disdain and frustration in both voice and expression as she spoke that name. "Here to answer your summons." A moment passed as the warrior's gaze regarded Albert and his eclectic series of familiars. So this boy magus had called her to the modern era, did he? At first glance, she was not impressed. But she had to remind herself not to pass judgement too hastily; she was about his age when she became a paladin. "In accordance with the call of the Holy Grail, your fate is my fate, and my sword is your sword. I ask of you: are you worthy to be my Master?"




also we should think of a cool team name for the PC group y/y?
I'll either have a character or a post up tonight.
@vancexentan Eh, didn't affect it super much. I was debating taking it off anyway since it didn't fit as well with the theme ^^
@Loki Odinson He's got some work put into a dullahan headless horseman but I'm taking some big issues with the power level of the character. ATM he has three NP's so I'm getting him to limit it down to 2. And one of them basically rekts mages hard, and literally nerfs the other servants when it knows their true name and doesn't have the requirements that helsing's does. Of course I'm not letting that happen at all. Of course if someone else can make rider quicker all the same but I'm trying my best to help bubble gum make a fair character that doesn't give him insane advantage by knowing the names of easily discover-able servants like half the literal roster.


*quietly takes off a certain Noble Phantasm*
@vancexentan ngl it took me a sec "What do Heracles and Shinji have to do with anything...?"

But yeah, I actually just finished up that last essay so I'll be working ASAP
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