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feonixe2017-01-01 03:13 pm
eonflamewing) wrote in feonixe2017-01-01 03:13 pm
CMO 2017 EDITION
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TIME TO SUMMON AVENGER HECK YEAH
That's all that goes through her head once she completes the summoning - she can sense the distortion of magic around her, her attempts to summon Saber in vain. Maybe it was the presence of the dead constantly around her, maybe it was her own not truly dead state, her allegiance to the dead rather than the living. Maybe it was something out of her control. Either way, the Servant she summoned was not one she was supposed to summon.
The sudden drain of magic probably isn't normal either, and she finds herself on her knees - winded, as her spirits express concern, hover around her protectively. They can sense something wrong as well, but that's no surprise. But still her eyes stay focused on the figure in front of her, her sudden weakness nothing more than a temporary annoyance. Her biggest concern stands just in front of her.]
What's your name? [Because they aren't Saber. And with all the other Servants already summoned, she finds herself mentally scrambling for any information about who this could be.]
NICE
The gauntlet assumes its position on his hand, gold transmuted into black and red. ]
Servant Avenger. Are you my master?
no subject
She's heard of that title before, the Servant a corruption that rarely occurs. But this time it has, and she finds herself mentally cursing as she gets onto her feet. The dizziness settles in, but she stands straight still - gold eyes watching him almost warily. Though not much emotion shows on her face either way, her eyes drifting to the gauntlet, before focusing on him.]
That's right, my name is Lapis. [Was the artifact corrupted or is it something with the Grail? She'll need to investigate this.]
Though I don't recall Avenger being a class that can usually be summoned. [Maybe he would know what happened? If he would even tell her, all she remembers about the Avenger class were less than positive things.]
no subject
There are exceptions to every rule. [ Really, he doesn't understand much himself - but a job is a job. ] What now, Master?
[ His voice is quiet, unemotive - but not as cold as his flat expression might suggest. ]
no subject
So she hums softly, thinking for a moment before motioning him to follow her. The spirit familiars fuss and fret around her, though they disperse when she gives a wave of her hand.]
We plan. I've already tracked down and made notes of all the other Masters, though I imagine we have an advantage already. [Nobody expects an Avenger to be summoned, after all. She leads the way out of the room and up a flight of stairs - into a small living room, plants placed throughout as books cover the tables.]
Though now we'll need to try and find out if someone will be summoning a Saber, or if that's all the summoning done.
no subject
Good. Then we need only track them down and it will be finished.
[ Given that there are only seven Servants, it's not likely that one extra would appear. But many things can happen. ]
It should be. I was the last to come.
no subject
[But okay, then they should at least think she summoned Saber. An advantage either way.]
What're your weapons? [She shift to flop onto one of the couches, motioning him to do the same as she looks over the files scattered over the table. Some of the files soon float through the air as her ghosts look through them, a couple of them even scribbling in additional information they've found.
Probably easier to type these up and store them on a computer, but she's always preferred this method.]
dat icon tho
At her question he raises one hand and red vines start sprouting from the floor underneath him. They look a bit like tentacles. One of the vines shoots up into his hand and a second later it morphs into a rather large sword. It's mostly black with a dark red edge. ]
These.
[ The sword, and the
tentaclesplants. ]