Phonic

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Outside the Bounded Field, Einzbern Forest

@Cu Chulainn @Crusader Lord @breo

“. . .Impossible . . .”

Awe.

That was the only emotion that Beita could even begin to feel at the sight granted to her by viewing her Servant’s eyes. A battle of giants that a human had no place in being confined within. She had viewed whom she could only assume to be the Einzbern Servant with her Master’s clairvoyance.

All A-ranked or higher stats.

All A-ranked or higher skills.

Hardly something someone could call “human”, yet not “inhuman”. These people represented the greatest possible beings in history. They simply existed to do as they are told, like familiars.

. . . Beings this possible could not be classified as “familiars”. To a modern magus, these were beings of intense power. Even the greatest people of the modern world whom have surpassed humans and became something "above human" were unable to contain these beings as true familiars. Thus, the different, western word was used. "Servant", those who serve, and "Master", those who rule.

Benita might have had knowledge of a basic Holy Grail War ingrained into herself, but it was clear that a “Servant” in her eyes should not be this powerful.

It must’ve been because of the Einzbern summoning the Servant in Germany that caused them to be so powerful, right? But it appeared that her own Servant had little reason not to be able to keep up with its opponent. Even if the Einzbern Servant was the strongest he could be, her own Servant appeared to have even surprised him in his ability.

Benita narrowed down the search by a lot from seeing both his power and his skills, but there was no way in knowing for sure who the Saber in dazzling armor was. Perhaps if she could see one of his noble phantasms in action, she could reduce the list further, but currently, that was not the case. She had only assumed it was a great western Heroic Spirit, like King Arthur or Sigurd, due to the nature of his skills and stats.

Benita wanted to retreat from this fight. After all, the purpose of this battle was to obtain the arrows, not fight each other to a bloody pulp. It was silly to fight over something minor. “Lancer Prime” should have been able to obtain the fireworks that had landed in the area, but the Saber before him seemed to be preventing his path forward. It was a pity, and she wanted to leave as soon as she can. Failure of the mission was an option when faced with something of incredible power, like the Servant before her Lancer.

… But, this was far from the case. Her “Lancer Prime” seemed more than capable of fighting and even defeating the person before him, forcing the “Saber” back and on the defensive.

She was speechless.

She was in awe.

But most importantly …

… She was impressed.

Her Servant had lived up to his claims, and though she had desired at first to summon merely a Servant that could act as a support for her own “master”, the Servant that she had summoned was something greater than that. To be able to fight against the strongest card: Saber, was more than enough to exceed Benita’s expectations. And though it was clear that her Lancer was someone who chewed through mana, her own reserves seemed plenty to sustain the Servant.

He was more than a match for the Einzberns. And if she could strike down that Servant, or even deal a blow to him, that would be more than enough to prove her worth in this war. Glory was something she was taught to avoid, but something awakened in her after watching this battle. A desire that she had long suppressed.

The desire to prove oneself.

The desire to obtain glory.

The desire to win.

Of course, the latter of which was something that she had always ingrained into herself. But it was not a “victory” that was for her own glory. It was the victory to prove herself to others. To show that she had worth. But now, she simply wanted to win for herself. She did know that this battle could not go on forever, so she issued an ultimatum to her Servant via the connection the two shared. Perverse her desire into something more … twisted … but still in line as to how a soldier should act.

“Lancer, I am not looking for a flashy victory. If you cannot defeat this Servant within a few moments, I want to retreat. Though you are not forbidden to use anything in this battle, It would be best to reserve any trump cards unless your opponent brandishes his own.”

This fight seemed to be two monsters of the battlefield going at it. Even so, it was rather amusing to watch the Einzbern “Saber” get his smug statement ripped away from him in a moment of combative heat from her own Servant.

“However Lancer, I expect his head if he doesn’t give you the arrowheads. If I need you, I expect you at my side front and center.”

There was still the issue of the Einzbern Master. They had yet to make a move against Benita. Perhaps hiding away at the edge of their barrier was either idiotic or one of her smarter moves. It was not like she had the power to break through the barrier on her own. So she would rely on her Servant to either defeat the opposing Servant or retreat when it was his time to leave. However, in the slightest bit of fear that there might be something or someone trying to take advantage of the situation, Benita was not afraid to activate her Command Spells; something that could contort the very nature of the world to suit a Servant by command.

There was no ill-will displayed by Benita towards the Einzberns. If they wished to stop this show she would be more than happy to take the arrowheads from them to analyze them for herself. But considering the tales that “master” had told her of this house, and their infallible pride, she did not believe that the Einzbern house would settle for anything other than the head of the Servant. In fact, there was a degree of respect from Benita to the Einzberns. Even if her “Master” had discussed them as prideful people, it was obvious that he still believed there was something good to be found within them, as if discussing a memory of a happier time.

Even if their Servants were fighting over this petty issue . . .

. . . she held no concept towards the house.

Maybe if they wanted tea or coffee together she wouldn’t be opposed to it

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

I was asked to make a Servant to even up the characters. Don't mind me.

True Wife of Sigurd

Name: Gudrun

Title(s): Princess of Burgundy, True Wife of Sigurd

Class: Assassin

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Man

Alignment: Chaotic Evil - Chaotic Bride

Personality: A woman who wishes for one thing and one thing only: her beloved’s affection. A princess that was given the hand to marry the strongest knight in all the lands; the great hero Sigurd. Though she cared not how his love and affection was earned, she still believed the moments the two shared were everlasting, even if that “hussy” tried to ruin it all.

However, if Sigurd is not present, she is simply a woman who wishes to fight and look pretty while doing so, similar to a certain dragon idol. She appears to be forcing these actions though compared to the natural stupidity of "that" person. Perhaps Assassin is not the correct choice to be summoned in for such a personality ...

Appearance

Bio: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gudrun

Weapon: Mimung

Parameters:

Strength: D

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: A

Luck: E

Class Skills:

Presence Concealment: C

Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack. However, if she even senses that Sigurd might be in the war, she will refuse to use this ability.

Personal Skills:

Revelation: B

A power is given to her due to consuming the heart of Fafnir. Like her husband before her, she had gained the insight of the world. An anecdote of her loyal husband’s story tells of his consumption of the dragon's blood and later, heart, and following this, he was able to know of the dwarf Regin's plan to murder him and have Fafnir's hoard entirely for himself thanks to the birds warning him ahead of time, after which Sigurd killed the dwarf. She is not truly talking with them – rather, upon consumption, she artificially inherited a sort of 'wisdom' that manifested itself as a strange connection with the world. And just as she has been given the heart to also consume, so to had Gudrun obtained these powers. She is able to interpret the song of birds, the caress of the wind upon blades of grass and the thrum of mana in the air as warnings or advice on 'what is the best path' or 'what will come next'.

Runes: A

The capacity to use the 18 original Runes (Norse Runes) at the highest possible rank. Normally should be at the rank of Primordial, but intentionally lowers it to standard runes to help others to seem like a kind, gentle wife. However, this is not sealed by the Saint Graph, but due to Gudrun herself refusing to use them.

Prana Burst: A (B)

An ability normally only given to those of the phantasmal species. An effect similar to a jet or a propulsion of energy in order to increase one’s abilities. At Rank A, even a stick can become a weapon of great power. A normal weapon that is not on the level of a divine Mystery can be destroyed in one blow. However, despite appearing to be A-ranked in the eyes of Master’s Clairvoyance, it’s actual rank is B. Perhaps a rather simple desire to beat that “floozy” at her own game, or at least appear to do so.

Item Creation: D++: The ability to create magical objects. Modifier on potions, specifically memory potions, and love potions, as well as wedding rings.

Ephemeral Dream: E-

Born from desire, though not in the traditional sense. Created as someone to be “Sigurd’s ideal”’; a task she is willing to completely accept. One might question why she had taken the form of a Valkyrie, but that should be left up to the imagination. After all, a woman never discusses such matters in public.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Mimung
Title: The Deceitful Blade
Type: Anti-Army
Rank: C++
Range: 1-50
Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Though normally a Sword, in the hands of Gudrun she had forcefully changed the shape of the blade into two daggers that shine greater than anything; the favorite sword of a friend of her dearest husband that was given to her as a wedding present along with what remained of the heart of the dragon Sigurd felled.

The blade itself is said to be able to cut through any armor, even the mightiest dragon Fafnir could not withstand the edge of the blade, cutting through his chest as if it were butter and severing his heart from his body. It is a finely crafted blade of magical nature, its sharp edge rivaling even the greatest of swords, and it’s cutting power devastating against any and all defenses.

Similar to a certain son (daughter) of a great King, by envolking the true name of the blade Gudrun is able to create a blast of energy from the sword, destroying anything in its path. To use this, she takes the two daggers and connects them together, resonating and combining the two blades into what appears to be an energy lash. One can also use the ability to create smaller, more sustainable whip-like attacks using the aforementioned method, though true name is required for the greater attack..

One might question what a beautiful princess might need such an attack for, however, it is clear that with a husband whose faith seems to wane and crescent, something needs to keep him inline.

Name: Tarnkappe
Title: The Cloak of Deceit
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Range: 1

The cloak which Sigurd wore in the trials Gunther underwent to aid him secretly. Another present that was given to Gudrun from her husband. When she puts the cloak on, her presence vanishes, and she becomes hidden entirely from the world. In addition to this, it allows for minor appearance changes. One might normally suspect something is wrong when Gudrun appears like a Valkyrie, but it is all for her loyal husband’s amusement.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Benita’s Room, Matou Manor

@Breo @manythings

“If my failures seem human to you, I guess I’ll try them more often,” Benita told her Servant, wryly. Perhaps this was a step forward at least. Previously, aside from the aforementioned encounter where she had headbutted a Servant’s body, she had been rather straightforward with her Servant, but even so, one could tell that Benita seemed to genuinely enjoy the statement. Whether it was feeling justified in stating that her actions previously were idiotic and condemning her Servant for suggesting her action in them again, or simply believed it was a rather funny situation was left to be seen though.

Either way, it seemed that Reiki was fine to let Benita do what she wished. After all, so long as the two served the same person, the “master of the Matou house”, Benita was sure there could be no issue regarding her choices within the war Especially given the fact that her Servant was one that could likely defeat most other opponents, regardless of their strength.

Or at least that was the level she expected her Servant to be at.

“If you fail me though, I can’t say I would be too happy after talking yourself up so much.”

Perhaps it was his cocky attitude, or perhaps it was his radiant armor, or perhaps even his insistence on being called “Lancer Prime” that might have caused Benita to at the very least believe he was either completely full of shit or one of the stronger Servants one could summon in a war. Though the basic information given to her by master’s clairvoyance seemed to back up this claim.

At the very least Benita figured she would call a certain someone and let them know she had touched base.

Call

“Jackal” to “Wild Miller”. Letting you know I have touched base and am currently ready to initiate combat with other Masters. I have summoned my Servant and shall begin to look for opponents.”

“Well, I got a few orders from the big guy. Heard about those fireworks from earlier. I want you to go find them and see what they are. Sources say they are likely the work of the war’s ruler, so any information you can get on ‘’em would be good for the war effort. The real question is who summoned a Ruler in this war, or why had a Ruler been summoned to this war.”

“And that is what I am here to go find out?”

“Bingo, little missy,” “Wild Miller” responded in a rather sly manner, perhaps expecting Benita to understand instantly what he was trying to convey to her without too much though. Or perhaps even just expecting her automated response to his statements. “What I want you to do is go to the crash site and recover the object that lit up the night sky like Christmas. Though I understand you have a basic understanding of tracking, I’m a man of the land, so I think I know a more precise location where the object could have landed. I’ll send you the coordinates and the margin for error.”

“Understood, I’ll add these to my map. But don’t call me “little” again or I will block you from contacting me further.”

“C’mon now, it is only a little fun, ain’t it? Oh, and be on the lookout for any redskins. Forests always are crawling with them, ain’t they? Over and out.”

No,

No, they were not ...

“Lancer, I have a job for you. We shall leave post-haste.”

There was something that she had to take care of at this time. After all, it was very likely that “they” had already taken what she had come to wish to retrieve. And if anything, it could result in a fight. But those were the orders. And orders are orders.

Perhaps when Reiki entered the house, she was surprised to see that Benita had vanished from sight. Perhaps she was distracted. Perhaps Reiki had known Benita had left the house. But regardless, by the time she had looked into the house, she was long gone.

Outside the Bounded Field, Einzbern Forest

@Cu Chulainn @Crusader Lord @breo

It was a simple command.

She had given her Servant the knowledge that was conveyed by “Wild Miller” in his debriefing of the situation. The goal was to obtain the object fired by the presumed ruler of the war. Though it had been a while since the shots were fired, the compound of the Einzberns was rather large. Perhaps they had yet to retrieve the piece. If they had, she could simply leave.

All she had to do was a simple action and it would occur.

“Go,” was the only word she told her Servant. And the only words of confirmation he should have needed. This was a rather dangerous mission, but she was sure that it would be possible to obtain the objects before the Einzberns if she was lucky.

And lucky she was feeling.

Unslinging the Accordion from its position in her bag, Benita prepared for any and all counterattacks she could imagine from her “opponents”. She was an external force and they would likely be swarming to expel her Servant, like a foreign invader in a beehive.

...But she was ready. Taking her Accordion, she had summoned two bodyguards in order to protect herself from invaders and was prepared to summon more if need be.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

The Front Yard, Matou Manor

@ManyThings@Breo

“A dog does not question its lot in life, nor does it wish to “be human”,” was the only response Benita said to Lancer’s statements.

She was, after all, someone designed to take the mantle of a greater man. Perhaps then she could be considered similar to a “heroic spirit” in some ways; false imitation of a greater person, walking as if they were said person. But for a “Heroic Spirit”, they are simply a fragment of their existence given form by the Grail, and for Benita, she was a being created to fill the shoes of a greater man.

Looking away from her Servant for but a second, she revealed her face to him after but a second. Perhaps as a joke or due to spite or some other complex emotion to which Benita was not showing completely at the time, she did take her fingers and force her mouth into a smile, though perhaps this was not particularly what Lancer was requesting at this moment. Perhaps creepy in one way, but at the same time perhaps a bit cute; a rather strange concoction of action, but regardless of this, it seemed that Benita was serious about this, and awaited a response from her Servant

However, that was around the time to which Reika Matou had reached the gate, and as such, she had dropped this smile (false).

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Madam Matou,” Benita said as she bowed her head towards the young girl. It was a simple greeting. After all, Benita was not the sort to believe in such fancy things were of importance. Though it could not be considered disrespectful in the slightest. After all, it was the granddaughter of her “owner” of sorts.

“Although I believe you have been informed of my presence; I am Benita Garibaldi. I am here to present the Grail with the Matou family. I hope that you will not be disappointed with my performance.”

It was not as if Benita thought herself lower than the person before her; there was only one person she looked up to as an inspiration, and while this person might have been the same for the “untainted” brothers and sisters she had, her admiration in Zouken was a driving factor for her presence in this war. And perhaps a reason as to why he had selected her for this project.

“Thank you for the hospitality. I shall take your lead, Madam.”

And with that, she had entered the house. Though it was unlikely that anyone would ever want to willingly enter this house, as an “ally” of sorts for the Matou, she had no reason to fear retaliation. She was just a homunculus. Easily replaceable, but at the same time perfectly obedient.

… A servant to their fate and the master pulling upon their chain.

“To start off, while I promise to obtain the Holy Grail for the Matou, I hope you do not mind me acting with autonomy. While I shall present any findings to yourself, and shall relieve any of the spoils of victory to the Matou household, I’d wish to act autonomously in this war. Of course, that does not mean that I am not against coordination. It is really up to you though. While the master of the house is away, I shall leave those details up to you.”

Benita was a “soldier” that simply wished to accomplish their goal, and she would have to compete against many other Servants and Masters, and as such, needed to be able to complete her duties without the logistical nightmare of going through another before confirming an action. She wished to make her own mind up about the existing issues at hand, and while it would not be exactly independence, still wishing to incorporate the Madam Matou into her ideas, she wished to move as her own.

“That being said, I am confused. I was sure that a Grail War only summoned seven Servants, each of their own class. I had never heard of multiple containers within the same war. At least, that is what the information provided to me seemed to suggest. How can there be two Lancers?”

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Nearing the Front Gate, Matou Manor

@Breo

“The Grail isn’t something I care for myself,” Benita flatly told her Servant. Of course, this was the only logical statement someone in her position could muster to consider, even if it had come out as if a preprogrammed response to his inquiry.

It was simple enough. Though it was clear that a cup as great as the Holy Grail; a shared nomenclature of the chalice that Jesus Christ himself had drunken out of, would be a great boon to whoever had held it within their grasp. A “path to the 「」” that all magi sought after fervorously and without fail, but to deny this idea was something alien to someone who would consider themselves “proper” magi, or at least her records said such to be true.

“I was made to be the victor of this war. And while it is the victory I care of, the Grail itself can go to the birds if that is what wills it. I was designed to win this war, and thus I have no wish, and I have no greater aspirations; a soldier only does the mission they are ordered to, after all.”

Perhaps to a Servant, a being summoned by the Grail in order to be the victor of the contest and grasp the object with their own power; someone who wanted the Grail for the wish it would provide, would be appalled and disgusted by Benita’s clear disregard of the object as an “item for the birds”, but this was the truth. If a heroic spirit was the copy of someone who ended up being a savior for humanity and an inspiration for their aspects, then perhaps the hollow husk of a person, only awakened by a certain individual, was not far off from this aspect.

“If there is an issue with that then I suggest ending our contract immediately. My goal is not the Grail, but my goal is to win the Grail War. And I would not expect anything less than excellence from my familiar (Servant). But my victory would be yours as well. Take from it as you desire, but I shall not partake in the slightest bit.”

A false existence that existed to win a false contest. It would be no wonder that someone programmed in such a manner would not care for the prize. The victory was the only important aspect of this war from their perspective, and though they wished to have summoned an assistant Servant that could support, it was not as if they were against actions on their own. After all, they had always existed on their own, so being able to act independently from their employer’s child would likely have been preferred.

So long as her Servant remained appurtenant she would have no issue in concluding the Grail War as a victor, seeing as his stats were greater than most other Servant examples she had been given. Perhaps it was more clear that a Servant would only have one or two good parameters, but hers seemed to have a higher baseline stat than what should be acceptable as a Lancer, closing in on a legendary spirit ... that she didn't know the name of.

The Front Gate, Matou Manor

@ManyThings@Breo

It was around this time where Benita and Achilles had reached shot of the Matou house. Of course, the sky flickered with the mighty lights of some unknown force that soared across the sky. Taking note of their trajectory, as well as their beauty, Benita seemed transfixed on these objects before soon being brought back to reality by realizing her surroundings.

A great house.

The place that she had marked on her map.

Taking out her map, she scribbled something with a pen she had before continuing forward.

A Servant and their Master had arrived near the manner. And Benita’s Command Spells began to burn. It was impossible for the Master inside the house to not realize that there was a Servant outside. And though Benita was hired by the Grandfather, there was a chance that the Master inside the house was hostile to their presence.

It wasn’t as if Benita and the Matou Master had spoken to one another ever. And it wasn't as if her employer had ever spoken about them until recently. Surely Mr. Matou had told the Matou Master about her arrival, right?

Even if it was a low chance of possibility, there was also the possibility that the Matou heir cared not for their grandfather’s wishes and simply wanted to take the Holy Grail with their own hand. It would be foolish for Benita to bite the hand of the child like a dog afraid of their master’s child, but if the child was at fault for the actions, she could hardly be blamed as to what would occur.

She waited at the gate, waiting for the other to realize their presence and confront them.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Farm Shed, Fuyuki Outskirts

@Phonic @Paradox Witch

Being released from the grasp of her Servant was something she hardly even considered at the moment of her monologue, almost forgetting this was the case until he had allowed her freedom once more. Landing on her feet like some sort of small white cat, Benita recovered for the moment only to see the familiar that was attempting it’s best to obtain her gaze like some sort of children’s toy attempting it’s best to persuade a kid to pick it up and ask their parents to buy it for them.

It appears that someone, whoever they were, wished to communicate something to Benita, but they were not things she really understood properly. Of course, she was outfitted with this accordion by her Mother, but what was this about “market value” and if it was “actual gold”. Those concepts were irrelevant to someone like Benita.

At the very least her Lancer-class Servant had chosen not to reveal his name in the wake of this familiar. Perhaps he wasn’t as much of a block-headed Heroic Spirit as she originally thought, though this was a thought coming from the person who tried to headbutt a Heroic Spirit once they were summoned.

Turning to her Servant, Benita began to speak in a matter-of-fact manner that seemed almost dry, yet there was a sliver of wit that seemed to shine through analysis of the situation, despite her lack-thereof knowledge of the concepts the ‘opposing” magus was discussing, perhaps comparable to a puzzle missing a few pieces to complete.

“If they are trying to communicate with us and they are a magus, it is clear they are also a participant in this war. What they want from my instrument, I don’t really know, but it is clear they are interested in it. Never met a Magus who cared about these ‘market values’ he speaks of though. The hell does that even mean?”

In the daylight of the shed she had summoned her Servant, musty and dirty and smelling like ammonia or some other kind of compound, Benita scrawled her own response in the dirt below with a stick she had seen next to the familiar. Detailed was simply “Tomorrow, meet me at this location” as she took out her map and pointed towards the commerce enclave. After all, she was interested in another Magus, who she assumed was simply another Master. Of course, it was merely the general location. It would be foolish to reveal a true location for a meeting, less either of the two use that time to prepare the location for their fancy. In addition, she would likely send a familiar to monitor the situation in the area, in case any treachery was afoot.

Though perhaps dangerous and a bit stupid, she was sure that her Servant would protect her. After all, she has summoned what was clearly a shining existence of humanity, and though she was not sure as to the nature of her opponent, his motivation, nor his Servant, assuming he was a Master, but to the honor of her ‘household’, she would meet with this mystery man and figure out his objective.

“Either way, Lancer, we are to leave. This barn is not the greatest place to continue our conversations, and I would dread to contact another Master before first touching base. Besides, I have someone I was supposed to meet already and I'm not the sort to leave someone waiting."

Perhaps if Benita wished to harm the other Magus, she would have ordered her Servant to split the familiar in half, but if he had gone out of his way to contact her without concern for his own wellbeing, most certainly most magi could use his rampant familiar’s actions to their advantage, she would consider him someone who was “non-threatening” for the time being.

And who knows, perhaps a bit of tea with a mysterious person could lead to an interesting situation?

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Farm Shed ,Fuyuki Outskirts

@Breo

“I-I’m fine. I swear,” Benita stammered, her tongue, while not bleeding thankfully, currently stinging a sharp sting from the events that had recently transpired.

Her head hurt.

Her tongue hurt.

But most importantly …

Her pride hurt.

To be insulted was something that Benita strived to prevent. After all, her entire existence was similar to a joke within itself. A being that had been born to accomplish a goal, amd simply missed the mark epicly, was something to be pitied. But Benita wished not for the pity of others. Even at her short stature, she was not someone to be looked down upon … at least metaphorically. It was just that the situation that had occurred went just as awful as she could imagine. Benita was ready to prove herself to the punk that stood before her, but ended up getting saved by him ins-

Wait.

Something came into instant revelation as Benita looked upward towards her Servant.

… He had never let her go after catching her.

Embarrassment so apparent that even a blockheaded hero could recognize, Benita began to swarm in the heroes hands, attempting to escape, but due to the heroes’ strength, all she had to muster was hardly able to budge from his grasp.

“I should have realized,” Benita said, accepting her fate and stopping her squirming and beginning to introspect on her thoughts. “A human cannot beat a Servant with physical prowess.”

… Of course.

She should have remembered. In her lapse of judgement, Benita had forgotten about the fact that Servants, compared to humans, were at a level that humans, even with the greatest of training and effort, could never reach. One would have to throw away their humanity in order to reach the level of someone who has ascended humanity into the level of a heroic spirit, made stronger by the “idea” of their existence, they have achieved a state of immortality amongst the ideas of humans.

To someone like Benita, who was a replicant of life, and to someone like her Servant, whom even amongst this layer of “greatness” was the highest tier one could even hope to summon, Benita was even less efficient to retain the idea to dent her Heroic Spirit with a simple headbutt.

A lapse of judgement at it’s finest, which had caused her much misfortune.

“Ahhh!” She yells, seamingly to no one in particular, aside from herself. “I should have realized this! First impressions are the most important of impressions! Geez!”
Though she was upset, it was not at her Servant during this time. It was at herself. She had messed up, and it was her own fault she remained in this situation, and while her Servant had not done much to alleviate the situation, she realized for a moment of her clarity

“J-Just pretend none of this happened,” Benita said, somewhat flustered at the level of her stupidity.

“I am Benita Garibaldi; your Master. I presume you to be of the Lancer-class Servants because of your spear. Might I ask whom I have summoned?”

A pretty typical response to a pretty typical summoning. One could expect someone who only had a basic knowledge of the class designations to expect someone with a spear to be a Lancer (spearman). However, this is not always the case. Typically it was a good indicator though.

“And my living arrangements,” Benita said, opening her bag and taking out a map of the city, momentarily revealing her golden instrument to her Servant. “They should be in this location. We are here for reference. If you would wish to travel there, it might take an hour or so. We would have to walk, after all.”

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Farm Shed ,Fuyuki Outskirts

@Breo

“You sure summoned a good Servant, huh?” He laughed aloud as he boasted with well-practiced ease, his tone all but dripping with undeniable pride.

An impressive figure stood before Benita.

A being of power.

A being of confidence.

...A being of pride.

To someone like Benita, whom of which had hoped upon her luck to summon a Servant fitting of herself, rather dull and plain, who could be used more as an auxiliary for the war rather than as a traditional Servant. But to her surprise the man standing before her, his armor shining brighter than the sun; his being a shining example of the capabilities humans were possible to ascend to.

Compare that to a shell of someone else, Benita might have looked rather out of place compared to this man, whose pride in his ability seemed greater than his own “massively” tall body that towered over her by almost thirty-five centimeters.

A hero without compare.

To someone like Benita, whom of which had been a failure, she dreaded these summonings. That is why she was somewhat relieved when the catalyst she was supposed to use for her summoning was mysteriously intercepted, and why she hoped without a catalyst her hero would be more similar to herself in their performance; perhaps a Caster or Assassin, or even a Berserker she could direct at people to complete her will.

But given the polearm the Servant embedded into the ground while he seemed to search for something, she presumed him to be of the “Lancer” class. A knight-class Servant on the same level as Saber and Archer; but even if that isn’t what she wanted, it is what she received. And she would have to continue with the war, as it was her mission Getting along with her Servant was inconsequential, especially considering the marks that had appeared on the backside of her hand.

At least that was her original concern.

… But

His mannerisms.

His statements.

His attitude.

Did he really think she was not his Master? Was there an issue with the summoning? Benita was sure that she had not messed up the ritual. After all, it was explained to her by the leader of this mission before she had even left from Europe. It was impossible, in Benita’s mind, to mess up such a simple ritual that even someone could accidentally properly complete.

At least, that is what she believed until he said a certain phrase

“Um, say, little miss. . .” He began, looking over her shoulder every now and again. “Would you mind telling me where’s your dad? Or your mom, I suppose. . .whichever one called me, I mean.”

It was at that moment where Benita finally realized why her Servant was acting so off. Not only did he not imprint the memory of his summoner, herself, into his mind as the person who would be his Master and master in this war. Not only did he insult her ability as a magus. Not only did he call her little.

But he also called her a child.

Compared to the issue with “Wild Miller”, and the insulting string of statements made by Lancer, Benita, while considering herself rather collected as an individual (lies), had become infatuated by his statements. So much so that she could no longer contain her anger. She considered for a moment the Command Spells upon her hand, of which forming themselves into an eagle. However, she stopped herself from going that far. It was a simple slight on his part. If he would continue this annoyance fester any longer, it was likely that the small homunculus would release her full wraith, but at the very least it was early along in time to rectify this issue without resorting to such methods.

But not so late as to not resort to another method of treating her “familiar”. Lowering herself and soon bouncing up from her lowered position, in a full-bodied headbutt of sorts, Benita attempted to strike at her opponent.

And yet…

“I am not a child! How dare you speak to your Master like thi-”

Her head simply hit Achilles’ armor, and a wave of pain shot up through her entire body.

So she attempted to lower herself due to this pain but on the way down she had bit her tongue, which caused her to both shriek and sob slightly.

And in addition to this, biting her tongue caused her balance to slip, beginning to fall face forward.

Poor, poor, Benita.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Mad Dog

Appearance

Name: Cu Chulainn

Title(s): Ireland’s Child of Light

Class: Berserker

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates:

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, ???

Personality: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Lancer_(Fate/…

Bio: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Lancer_(Fate/…

It should be noted that compared to Cu Chulainn at the end of his life, this happens to be Cu Chulainn summoned as himself during the Táin Bó Cúailnge.

Weapon: Gae Bolg

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: C+

Agility: A+

Mana: B

Luck: E

Class Skills: Mad Enhancement: -

The Mad Skill.

A loss of sanity in exchange for a boost in parameters. Said to make a more “weak” Servant even more powerful to compete with the other classes. One could only imagine the power this skill could bring to a legitimately powerful soul.

… However, due to the influence of another factor, it has been lost completely

Personal Skills:

Battle Continuation: A+

Never gives up no matter what. Legend tells that the dying Cú Chulainn tied himself to a tree before taking his last breath. For he who possesses such a legend, the dying struggle is particularly fierce. This is not living dirty, but rather it is the work of preserving a Celtic warrior's enduring fight until the very end.

It should be noted that this skill, while substantially based upon his final moments as a hero, has another justification. The “monstrous beast” that stops at nothing to destroy those who had wrong him.

Modifier activates with use of noble phantasm, noble phantasm can be manifested even under critical damage; even if the core is destroyed, he continues to exist for moments.

Runes: B

Cú Chulainn has the capacity to use the 18 original Runes (Norse Runes), granted by his mentor Scáthach from his studies with her, appropriately using them to respond in different situations. "The warriors of the Land of Shadows must be proficient in every martial art; a warrior that just swings a spear shall not be raised" - maybe because his teacher Scáthach had such a policy, Cú Chulainn is also well versed in magecraft. By making proper use of this, powerful and varied effects are mastered. Other than attacks, this is mainly employed for effects corresponding to the Skills Magic Resistance, Clairvoyance, for raising parameters to Rank A, etc. All of these applications are merely temporary and he cannot employ multiples of those simultaneously.

Unlike his other counterparts, and while also enjoying fighting, this Cu Chulainn is much more willing to place all on the line to win a battle.

Protection from Arrows: B

This is a power Cú Chulainn was born with. It's said that it's possible for him to avoid any long-range attack if he has made visual confirmation of his opponent, tracking down ranged weapons with his eyes and defend against them. He can deal with most projectiles even in conditions where the opponent cannot be visually seen. As long as the attack is a thrown type, he can avoid even Noble Phantasms, but he can't gain the effects of this protection with respect to wide range attack types where the attack range of the weapon explodes on impact or a direct attack by a weapon that has simply long reach.

Lon Laith: E

While under the class container of other classes, Cu Chulainn would manifest with the skill divinity at no more than B Rank. However, due to being summoned as a Berserker, while his divine rank has not fallen, a new skill takes its place.

While starting at rank E, this skill eventually increases in power, allowing for a greater release of his aspect of “sun” to shine through ever-increasingly greater, infusing his attacks each with a fragment of this power, and greatly more powerful under the influence of his noble phantasm.

Being a burden of the body, the personality of Heroic Spirit Cu Chulainn is muddied with each rank. One could compare this with the range as “The Cu Chulainn that cried for the children who died” and “The Cu Chulainn who demands justice is met”

Disengage: C

Bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match.

Noble Phantasm: Limit two. Exceptional circumstances may bend this rule, however, Noble Phantasms exist to create a themed servant so keep that in mind.

Name: Gae Bolg

Title: Spear that Pierces with Death

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 2-4

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Gáe_Bolg#Barb…

Name: Gae Bolg

Title: Spear of Light that Strikes Down Foes

Rank :B+++

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 5-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: Similar to the thrown attack committed by Cu Chulainn within his Lancer form, but with the potency of being much more terrifying. Charging his spear with the energy from his aspect of the “sun”, Cu Chulainn unleashes a powerful thrown spear that always aims itself to the user's heart, not by the causality reversal of that “other” function, but through sheer power, much like another version of Gae Bolg. Rather than dispatching a single foe with absolute accuracy, its focus as a technique is to attack the enemies together with the surrounding area in a carpet bombing fashion to cause massive destruction.

But even “that” form of Gae Bolg, while stronger at base pales in comparison to the strength that could be generated. This is due to the fact that the Lance while fired takes into consideration the current “closeness to the sun”, activating the modifiers.

As the power of this ability increases, so too does the danger of using the ability for Cu Chulainn. At higher ranks of this noble phantasm, the body can hardly contain the power and the weapon when thrown, causing an extreme tear in the body and has the potential to result in death.

Name: Ríastrad

Title: Lon Laith

Rank: -

NP Type: Self

Range: 1

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description: An inherent power that allows for one to be the “greatest hero they need to be”, regardless of the circumstance, drawing upon the power of his divine birth to the god of the sun. Perhaps one could call it, rather than being manifested by his nature as a divine, it is an ability given to Cu at birth, or and due to “being Cu Chulainn”.

The ability requires Cu Chulainn to get upset as a tidth for use. To use the ability, one must anger Cu Chulainn to the point where he no longer sees reason, and only wishes to win the battle. Though he would exhaust all else before use, a major offense would cause him to instantly wish to use this ability to “destroy his opponent”, while a minor infraction might eventually build up in a simmer.

Upon activation, Berserker rips off his blue jumpsuit, a representation of the blue battle paint he rode into battle with, and begins to transform into something that cannot even be considered a man anymore. Even an atlas magus with their ability to partition their mind might have an issue comprehending exactly “what” Berserker had become. Perhaps closer to appearance to a monster, the ability reflects his innermost position as a divine. A defender of Ireland against all else. Perhaps the ability could be best equated as a true form of shapeshift.

With each use of the ability, Cu obtains great, nigh unstoppable power, but this also permanently alters his Saint Graph. Higher use of the ability causes Berserker to “become one with the sun”.

… To be the hero one needs requires this sacrifice sometimes, however.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Farm Shed ,Fuyuki Outskirts

Cold.

It just had to be cold, didn’t it?

Compared to the temperance of her home, the cold of Japan was almost inhospitable. Someone who had never seen snow in their life was almost chilled to the bone in her military officer outfit, the vivid blue standing out as if a beacon of sorts that seemed to display a degree of confidence in her actions, despite her shivering body, her arms folded upon her chest. Attached to her back, as one might expect some sort of rifle, instead was replaced with some sort of matte black bag with a reinforced sling strung around her shoulders.

However, she had to fulfill the purpose she was asked to perform. The Matou were a friend of her Father; an old “business partner” of sorts. Kindred spirits who sought the same end result. They kept in contact, and a request to participate in a “Magi’s War” was presented to the “Inheritors of the Legacy”. And selected from them, much to the shock of her siblings, was none other than herself. The “black sheep” of the project, and the one no one ever believed would amount to anything. Perhaps she would continue this perspective, but she had a degree of determination to put all descentors their place.

This was a war. And to be safe in a war is never an option. It is possible, however, to remove risk as it appears. Entering the city in her state might cause some people to turn heads; a foreigner showing up unannounced the day a backwater tournament were to occur might cause some heads to turn, though considering her rather small profile, and small profile, she might be overlooked. The risk was still there though.

So doing the sensible thing, she entered the shed of a random farmer she observed carting away grain to presumably sell at a market and made use of his rather weathered-looking shed.

Right before Benita was attempting to summon her Servant, a buzzing noise went off. An item she was given before this war had begun. A simple object resembling some sort of receiver. A mystic code of sorts that allowed for conversation between any two holding one of these devices. As per this mission, she had been given a support team that were either observing the war, or assisting in other ways. And giving the situation, she knew exactly who it would be this time.

Call

“Howdy there,” the man on the other line stated as if it were the most natural thing in the world. However, even with his rather comedic get-up, his voice appeared to slur slightly, as if England had not been his primary language.

“I see you made it to the entry-point in one piece. Already off to a good start, ain’t ch’ya miss.”

“Yes, I have arrived at Fuyuki, currently on the outskirts near the farmlands.”

“Excellent. You’re, uhh, big musical doo-hicky should have arrived at the Matou house by now. I made sure it was in one piece before I shipped it for ya’.”

“Piano,” Benita said, rather monotonously.

“Come again?”

“It is a piano. It isn’t a “musical doo-hicky.”

“Well of course, little miss,

Little.

That word. He just had to use that word.

“I don’t have time to play your games, “Wild Miller”. If you don’t have anything useful for me, I’m hanging up.”

The word little was a rather upsetting term for someone like Benita to hear. Whereas her siblings might have been a lot taller than her, she was only 148cm tall, which did give her a rather childlike appearance. While one might expect her to perhaps grow during her life, she was at the end of her development cycle after she had been born, so it was not as if she could rely too much upon genetics there.

“Right-o. Straight to the point. Can’t say I don’t like something like that,” “Wild Miller” said to Benita, seemingly laughing in bemusement at her something befuddled state.”Now the objective of this mission is to gain the Holy Grail. I would have gotten you a catalyst, but the one we were supposed to ship from that “Lord Brittan” guy appears to have been stolen, so you will have to make due with what you have. Supplies might be limited, but if I got something I could always send it over at request. It might just take a bit of time to do that. Aside from that, you are to protect the Matou estate from any dangers, and that includes Mr. Matou’s dog. It was specifically requested, after all. Shouldn’t be too difficult, even for someone like yourself.”

“Oh? And what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m don’t believe in playing flashy anyway, and ‘that’ Servant likely would not have been a good match for me anyway.”

“Then go, let the legend come to life.”

Infuriating. That man, according to Benita’s few moments spend speaking with him, appeared to be a nuisance, but there was no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth. Especially if that gift horse might actually have gifts.

Either way, it was time to summon. Etching upon the floor her circle, which took little more than a few moments. Standing outside the summoning circle, like you should with a summoning circle, Benita began to chant. And at the end of this chanting came a ray of life that washed over everything around her.

And standing in the middle of the circle was a tall man, whose body seemed to glow even brighter than the flash of light from her summoning.

@Breo