In The Zone
Talia with Lancer
Talia tilted her head to think for a second. "I think I'd rather you walk with me," she said "less weird that way ya know. But don't worry about the clothes. I've got enough to go around." Talia moved to sit on a couch. "I'll wait for ya to change and then we can head to...the church I guess. Seems as good a place as any after we talk for a bit don't ya think?"
Rider
Rider looked out of the window at the town and city around him. It was a good place to live if you could say such of a place where a war was about to take place. Regardless he merely observed the city as it was for now.
Tell me Master Samuel, why do you choose to defend this town and what will you do if you win this war he asked through their link. Both were, in Rider's mind, important questions to know at the onset. If he knew what his master wanted he would know what kind of master he had.
Saya Kingston
The ritual for summoning a Servant was a simple enough task for a magus like her. Or rather it wasn't difficult enough that she could fail at it despite her general lack of talent in not burning things. She had made the right markings, gotten her catalyst, and she'd even prepared clothes and a few other objects for the newcomer. She flipped the old coin with a deft motion and caught it. Heads.
She dropped it into the center of the circle and chanted the spell required to summon her Servant. Flames danced around the edge of the circle as she lit up the empty basement room. A blast of white light and her spell was done. Narrowed eyes fought the blinding radiance as she tried to catch the first glimpse of her new cohort. They had better be good she thought to herself.
edited 10th Feb '15 12:09:30 PM by AuraofMildChaos
I, for one, welcome our new Basketball Z overlords. All hail The Generation of Miracles! (Aomine is the best though)
Bark Bark Man
Saya Kingston - Berserker of Black
A summons. It was only natural that someone who wanted to win the war would choose only the strongest of servants. After all, what sort of entity could hope to defeat the omnipotence of the sun?
The coin in the center of the inscribed circle bore the image of an emperor. Was this servant's conceit so great than an image of himself could call up his spirit?
Following the blast of light was a wave of searing heat. It was the heat of a dry summer day, one without a single cloud in the sky. The flames in the room flared up, yet they angled themselves inwards toward the circle, as if bowing with some kind of reverence.
As the light faded, a man dressed in flowing robes came into view. A golden laurel wreath held back wavy hair, yet it also signified the standing of a Roman Emperor. At his side, a sheathed Gladius, richly decorated. Everything he wore floated slightly for a few moments, before gravity slowly took hold of his form again.
"Vivo!" the man called out in a proud voice, spreading his arms to his sides, and gazing upwards to the obscured sky. He took in a deep breath, as though long starved of air.
He then turned his gaze downwards, to view she who had summoned him. "I suppose I needed something to bring me back. My deepest thanks, Master."
edited 10th Feb '15 12:53:16 PM by amporiusrex
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"
En Route to the Church
Felicia frowned slightly at her Servant's flippant answer, but before she had a chance to ask the woman to elaborate, the topic had changed.
Felicia frowned, running a hand through her hair. The silver-haired woman looking straight at where her eyes would be was a little disconcerting, so Felicia faded into view before taking a deep breath and answering.
"Honestly? I don't know, miss. I know what I signed up for, and I'm going to do my best, and if I die, then I die."
Felicia shrugged carelessly, the casual disregard for her own life shining through more clearly in that motion than in anything else she had done.
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