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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[tostandoutside]

[yeah he pretty much saw that one coming given her myth...]

Do you want something to be called?

[miraculess]

[ yes. desperately, desperately yes.

but she'd lost her chance to be a person a long time ago, and there's no point in pretending otherwise. she shakes her head. ]

[tostandoutside]

[He doesn't quite agree with that choice, but it is hers to make. He nods.]

Then I will refer to you by class, Berserker.

[miraculess]

[ nods once, stiffly ]

[tostandoutside]

[then it's decided.]

I intend to win the holy grail for two reasons. One, to save my lover Maria, who is terminally ill. Two, to kill my father, Lucifer, lord of hell. The former will take priority over the latter. Does this suit you?

1/???

[miraculess]

[ her head comes back up as he starts to elaborate, clearly making an effort to focus on that rather than whatever her own thoughts had been— which means he gets a good look at her immediate, unguarded expression of sympathy and longing as he describes Maria's condition— ]

[miraculess]

[ ...and then her complete, blank-faced shock as he continues. there's another of those long pauses while she blinks at him, tilts her head a little as she re-notes his eyes and ears ]

3/3

[miraculess]

[ and then presses the back of her hand to her mouth as she starts to laugh. for all that the sound is rusty and harsh, there's a thread of genuine amusement there. ]

Yes.

[ she doesn't even have to think about that one. ]

[tostandoutside]

[her reactions earn her a genuine smile. he'd judged her correctly, at least so far, and it's a relief. he extends a hand, face up.]

Then let us do our best as comrades.

[miraculess]

[ hums in agreement after another beat of consideration (still chuckling under her breath, not quite a giggle). it's with careful deliberation that she reaches out with her other hand— not to clasp it, but to touch her fingers cautiously to his palm. ]

[tostandoutside]

[he accepts that gesture too, gently curling his fingers over hers, so as not to trap them.]

And you needn't worry about prana constraints. I'm more than capable of supplying whatever you need.

[not that she couldn't already feel that, in a way. this is probably the most energetic she's ever been, even as a heroic spirit.]

[miraculess]

[ she keeps her eyes on their hands, rather than his face, and pinks slightly in patches. at the same time, though, she looks somewhere between dubious and torn. she can feel that energy, and it's almost uncomfortable, really. a relief, too, since so far she doesn't want to "accidentally" drain him dry by her own nature, but at the same time... it's difficult not to feel that and not immediately want to use it up as a precaution. being restless is dangerous. ]

[tostandoutside]

Is there anything you'd like to know?

[he knows it's a hard question, but it's been confirmed that she CAN speak, and he doesn't know what else to offer right now.]

[miraculess]

[ considers trying to ask for all of a second before shaking her head as she takes her hand back, nose still wrinkled. it's too much effort to figure out what she wants to ask (what he wants her to do? for something to do, in general?) and then how without even getting into actually piecing the words together. it would be easier if she could give up her pride about it, but... well, she quite literally has nothing else. ]

[tostandoutside]

No?

[lets her withdraw her hand without issue.]

[miraculess]

[ huffs, and shakes her head again. no. ]

[tostandoutside]

[nods, understanding.]

I'm afraid I'm not sure of what to do next, then.

[miraculess]

[ ARE YOU SERIOUS

WHICH OF US IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE MASTER, HERE ]

[tostandoutside]

[he has to laugh at that face]

I already have information networks in place! The war has yet to begin, and you are perhaps the second Servant summoned. There's much to do, but I've already prepared what can be done now.

[yes he literally chose to summon a berserker, this wasn't him being forced to summon a class that almost guaranteed loss.]

[miraculess]

[ huffs at him again in response to the laugh, but— he chose...?

...glancing down at the summoning circle for the first time, checking for a catalyst ]

[tostandoutside]

[It's a wooden knight chesspiece, worn with age.]

[miraculess]

[ ...

oh.



numbly squatting down with a low whirr to pick it up; the pads of her fingers fit neatly against several of the places the lacquer had been worn away.

sorry if you'd been expecting a useful response, Camio. ]

[tostandoutside]

[he wasn't. in fact, he steps back a bit to let her have a moment.]

[miraculess]

[ despite the fact that she is clearly having that moment, the movement is still enough to catch her eye, and she favors him with yet another of those measuring gazes before turning her attention back to the chess piece. she rolls it over in her fingers a few times before sighing, and pressing it to her unscarred cheek with an expression not unlike a cat scentmarking something beloved (if significantly sadder).

...that done, she holds one hand back out to Camio. ]

[tostandoutside]

[...he steps forward and takes her hand. that's what she wanted, right?]