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@Bourgeoisie
Whut, this can't be a mutual relationship with no strings attached? Fine... I'll introduce Uriel to Lancer when he is invisible. Definitely won't look like a crazy person talking to the air xD
Considering the fact that Lancer is.... pretty old, 34 years old to him can be safely considered as a 'boy' or even 'baby'
Uriel Cabaluna


@Bourgeoisie

"Lancer... Precaution is all that I have with the mediocracy of my skills, should one of those other masters decide to show up out of the blue and in the scenario that you are preoccupied, these things that I have set up will save my life. I have few skills which can be applied in the moment, but what I can do is prepare defenses that will be of use when the time comes. It is not an honorable way of fighting but the weak must fight in their own way, this is what I do best with my skills. So while I do what I do best, you should do what you should do best." He said with a sigh, admitting that his skill level as a Master was perhaps painfully low than what he was expecting among the other contestants in the Grail War ahead of him. Making it a mental note to stop by the art shop and stock with some chalk and paint whenever he went. There was also the thought of his impression on his servant which so far wasn't starting off so well but hopefully, it would be as smooth as it can be between the two as possible. "I do however note that you are correct on paranoia can be a setback but I assure you that I only set up the needed precautions for what the situation calls for. In this case, should the summoning that I had went wrong even what I had set up would do me little good. Either way, if you do feel that I am indeed overdoing it just mention it." Nonchalantly speaking to Lancer as he tapped his fingers repeated against the wall which he was leaning on... Talking to a heroic spirit from millenniums ago was as expected awkward and weird with little he could do in socialize with the warrior. Racking his head for any ideas before the base dropped.

"Would you like to see the city Lancer, to familiarize yourself? I think you would be impressed with what we have instead of chariots pulled by horses. Although you also might need an extra change of clothes for blending in with dress code of this time period." Uriel said with a tad of a smirk, wondering if the Heroic spirit would have any interest in exploring the new world both technologically and materialistically. Tossing out another option for Lancer if he did want to go "If you do, would you prefer taking the route through the forest or the catacombs underneath the city? Either one is fine with me although we should explore the underground maze soon."
Uriel Cabaluna


The blinding light that came from the ritual was justified as what came out of it was quite... something to say the least that was on Uriel's mind. 'The lancer class hmm? I guess that is better than what I expected myself to summon, thank god it wasn't the berserker class' He thought to himself with a pang of relief as Lancer told him the basics of who he was. Tracing Lancer's armor that slightly gleamed in the darkness, also following the lines of his body as Uriel got closer. "I guess those marble figures aren't really that off, huh?" He said in surprise, looking at the destroyed mannequin which creepily looked similar to Lancer but with more splinters and less flesh along with the projected equipment it had on for the ritual now gone. He had went through the trouble of having the wooden thing carved to look like the statue but never thought it would actually summon the real deal... Well, that was good for himself then.

"Anyway my name is Uriel and I am indeed the one who summon you, thus your master. With that over, I need to do something before we can proceed." He said with a sigh as he pulled out a flat screwdriver from his back pocket as he walked forward before kneeling down as he chipped away an inch of paint away from the two layer of circles that were on the floor. Proceeding to do the same with the other two layer of circles that were also painted onto the sealing, dissipating the magical barrier surrounding the two. It was just... safety concerns that anyone with experience summoning should do before making a contract, especially with the possibility of getting a Beserker. He doubted that these safety precautions would have helped if these heroic spirits really wanted to take him down, but preciouses seconds were still seconds needed to escape. Once finished, he tossed the tool which had already began slightly chipping in the darkness which it would soon dissipate as it was merely a projection.

Once that was over, Uriel opened the door that lead to the house above leaking moonlight into the basement " Come Lancer, lets acquaint ourselves if you wish to do that. If not then follow me still, I should make you familiar with the location that we are at before we can be comfortable." He said briefly waiting for Lancer for a few moments before deciding against it as he headed up without waiting to hear his answer. With the sounds of his footsteps being heard on the creaking floors of the building. Taking the time for Lancer to get upstairs to disarm the failsafe which he set up incase the summoning went wrong... It suddenly hit him how cautious he was that he should just wear a tin foil hat sometimes, but tossed the silly idea aside as he waited for Lancer once he was done.

@Hinsek

Ya don't have to, it's just a way to develop the relationship between Assassin and his master(s) his alignment is a bit iffy on certain things :P
Is it too late to change out a master for a better idea and stuff?


Are you imply that we can kill off your character with an 9th Master? Sure I'd be game, make sure it pretty bloody justified :P
Ugh I should have just kept on spamming servants until I found all of them ~^~ such a missed opportunity... Four Seven Six more servants to hunt down and the clues I got are... vague on the ones summoned so far

{/edited: Srry I can't math apparently}
We can't all be a Toshaka with portable prana batteries to carry around, if we did our lives would be so much easier xD
The breeze blew a silent hum disturbing the rouge pieces of leaves, twigs and debris of the forest which dropped from the plantation. The town of Redrock was indeed beautiful, as the smell of the sea lingered in the air with salt and the red stones on the beach which they would have to visit. It was one of the better joys that traveling brought, allowing Uriel to see more of the world and enjoy it as well with such a scenic environment. However, those thoughts were at the back of his mind for the moment for tonight was meant for a special event of becoming a master for the Grail Wars. Looking at the moon too was simply beautiful as well in the peace and calm that the forest provided before the great battles that will happen soon.

Uriel smiled to himself as he looked at the cottage that was in the woods which served as his lodgings for the moment, reclused and far away from the town itself. Its position in the woods made it an awkward base to use but perhaps the safest places which held more to what was seeable to the eye. Laid out in a grove, it was indeed a beautiful spot which was worth the experience itself. It open nature however allowed him to surrounded the area with a simple bounded field that the every magus should be able to perform, its sole purpose to detect whatever passed the perimeter that had magic circuits.

Entering the comfy cottage, it was a two-story building with a basement that was connected to the catacombs which the town Redrock had underneath, with this cottage being one of the many exits. The exit for the meanwhile was sealed by magical means for the moment but when its use was needed, he'd unseal it. For now, the basement was the perfect spot to conduct his ritual as he already prepared what was needed with the ritual circle made of blood was ready to be used that was quite larger than the normal. The size of the red ritual circle probably thrice as big as the regular ones, it simply compensated for the lack of his own magical capabilities as the ritual would draw a greater more deal of mana from the environment itself and burn his circuits less. Nevertheless, his circuit would still burn at the sheer intake of prana that the ritual would consume but with the appropriate abilities, even a lesser mage like he could get something of greater value that could be obtained outside of sheer brute power. His catalyst was ready and projected, with weeks worth of dedicated time to produce the same precise details of their real counterparts, they would serve their purpose on a tall mannequin who was as close to the details he could concretely discover as a fact on his servant he wished to produce. Should something go wrong, hopefully, these preparations that he made would still summon forth a servant of considerable power from the same Age where he was summoning from.

Sighing, he anticipated the pain that would come as he began uttering the aria...

"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled."

He winced in slight pain as it was expected, he was pushing himself to the limits of what his magic circuits was capable of pushing out along with the mana flowing in as well... Whatever he would summon, it would eventually knock on his door.

"Your true self shall follow me, all my fate and doom lies in your blade.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead."

"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"

Then there was light... Literally, as it blinded Uriel within the enclosed room of the basement the marvelous glow of the ritual simply radiated as something came through from the other side. Sure he was sweating, his ritual circles messed up and destroyed along with the slight trace of steam coming off his body from the overexertion of his magic circuits but overall, this could be considered a success. Only thing that he would prefer to do this next time was with a larger scale circle perhaps or with a leyline so that nasty sensation of his circuits burning wouldn't happen again. Still he was eager to see who'd he summon, for his catalyst would most likely summon a servant from the knight classes.
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