who wants a fate AU

[miraculess]

I have no idea what I'm doing here \o/

edit: I NOW HAVE A SLIGHT IDEA WHAT I'M DOING HERE she's summonable as either Berserker or Assassin, pick your poison. Berserker is mostly mute but not too crazy (unless you count nearly compulsive defiance against everything) and stupid OP if you can power her; Assassin is less unpredictable but mouthy as fuck and nowhere near as strong.

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[hazyshadeofwinter]

[ This is acceptable.

The Soldier gestures. ]

Come. Mission parameters: Locate the first Master and Servant and terminate.

[miraculess]

[ she huffs again—again, what else would they be doing?—but her head comes up a little, eyes glittering. there's a moment's pause before she steps out of the circle toward him, her movements subtly unnatural.

(there's no rush; she'll challenge his orders one way or another soon enough. that's simply her nature, as herself and as a Berserker.) ]

[hazyshadeofwinter]

[ The Soldier does not engage in any conversation on the way to the first target. Large, purposeful strides are taken— though also silent, as though there was no one there.

That the Servant may challenge the orders has not occurred to the Soldier. Orders are to be followed. That is absolute. ]

[miraculess]

[ he's going to be in for a nasty surprise, later. not that she cares; if he wasn't properly prepared to handle her, that isn't her problem.

she keeps up easily, matching him stride for stride even if she is considerably louder about it. her joints are noisier than the asset's arm. ]

[hazyshadeofwinter]

[ The Soldier does not spare a glance to the Servant despite the noise. Stealth is not vital to this mission; not at this step. For now, it was reconnaissance. With that in mind, movements were made to head towards the fire escape for a building. ]

We go up.

[ The Soldier heads towards the rooftop. ]

[miraculess]

[ nods shortly, still outwardly obedient. she loses a little speed on the fire escape; she's too heavy to make tight turns quickly, and old habits die hard: the heights make her nervous. ]