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Lancer

Once again, he had come into this world, this beautiful wretched world. Once again he was called upon to protect, but to protect what, and for what purpose he knows not.

A crimson light bathed the area but for a moment, before the circle was engulfed in cloth, red billowing cloth moving madly around itself. Just as suddenly as it started, a last burst of wind blew causing the cloth to flare outwards, revealing the figure within as the cloth disappeared, leaving behind a tattered cloak around his neck. A tall, armored figure, blood still spattered down one side of his armor, dripping slowly onto the pavement. He carries an aura of darkness around him, an aura of dread that would send most cowering in fear.

Lancer raised one gloved hand, opening and closing them, as if affirming he was indeed real.

"Ah, but to feel this air once again." Lancer turned his gaze towards the summoner. "I have heard the summons, o wild one. Are you the one I am to serve?"

He smiled, a wide grin that bared his fangs.
Lancy post coming soon.
Being Lancer is suffering. ;w;
Will post for vlad a bit later.
Kurokiri Hyuuga

The clock ticks on, relentless, echoing in the silence of her house.

The girl works slowly, lines forming under her hand, tracing what would be the summoning circle in her basement, moving carefully on all fours as she did so. It was obvious that she was young, and her soft features only serves to amplify that fact. A soft humming was the only thing louder than the old clock ticking solemnly on a dusty table, as she hummed the parts to a barely remembered song. Finally the circle was finished, something pieced together from an old book detailing the summoning procedure. How her father came to have the book was unknown to her, but it was certainly useful now.

Kurokiri Hyuuga stood up and dusted her clothes off, preparing her chant. A war was starting and she was to be a participant in it. Her, the magus with barely any real skill to her name, save for something she developed herself. Her magecraft wasn't something the Magus Association would be interested in, she was sure. They were more interested in those more impressive magecrafts, like making lifelike imitation of the human body, or perhaps gems that spits a huge fireball and not be consumed. She had heard of those sorts of magecraft, but she certainly had not seen any of those. Then again, no real magus, as her father would put it, would ever go out of their way to meet with a Magus of Directions like her.

Wasn't it strange, she who had no real direction, being a magus of such?

Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Be torn asunder everytime you are filled.

Wasn't it strange, she who was but an unknown mage, being in this war?

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

Wasn't it strange, she who had no desire, being chosen by the Grail?

Come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!

A gust of wind blew suddenly, seemingly originating from the circle she drew. Kurokiri shielded her eyes instinctively, her clothes billowing from the sheer strength of the wind. If it did work, if she did manage to summon a servant, at the very least, she would give her best in the war.

It was what her father would have expected of her after all.
Rejoice youth, for the loli have graced you with her presence.
@Black Alice Id take you up on that, but Vlad is already taken. ^^;
Hai there. Thats a nice master you have there.
Looks ok lol.
Looks interesting.
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