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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[pathing]

[Astolfo manages to pry his hand off while he's distracted.] "Being Saber takes up a lot of his mana, but he seems to have a limited number of times he can do it, too. It's definitely affecting his lifespan. Saber did his best to give him the time he has, so it's too sad to waste it on this war! You'll help us win in ways that don't ask that of him, right?" Rider. [goddamnit]

[miraculess]

[ processes that, and just. covers her face.

but he's at least been courteous, which is more than she could say about a lot of people and Masters, and wanting to live in the face of other forces trying to take that away... ]

...I'll try.

[pathing]

...Thank you, Berserker. There's no reason to hold back, with Astolfo working with us [Rider takes this moment to laugh, not in the slightest bit apologetic], so I may as well just tell you the whole story. If you want...?

[miraculess]

[ she slants Rider another deeply unimpressed look through her fingers before looking back to Sieg and nodding ]

Please.

[pathing]

[nods, and turns to Rider.]

Then, in private.

"Aww, I can't add my side of the story?"

You'll be a distraction. Please.

"If you say so!"

[rider wanders off]

[miraculess]

[ snorts under her breath, very quietly, and then sits down where she stands, tucking her legs neatly beneath herself and trying her best to ignore the way it puts him above her. it's uncomfortable in the way anything resembling subservience has become uncomfortable, her Mad Enhancement's effects itching in her bones and the back of her mind and tugging her toward disobedience for the sake of nothing more than stubborn contrariness.

(and destroying everything she touched.) ]

[pathing]

[He isn't standing over her for long, following suit and taking a seat as well, politely, but also like he's still not quite accustomed to his own limbs.] I am a homunculus. Specifically, I was made to provide mana in the place of the Masters of Black, along with many others of my kind.

[miraculess]

[ —simultaneously fluffs up and creaks alarmingly as she tenses, even as the expression just sort of drops off of her face to be replaced by feral intensity

he may have struck a nerve ]

[pathing]

[glances up at her and. whoa. pauses for a few moments, before forging on.] I don't know exactly how long I've been alive, but I became aware a little under a month ago. I spent some time before that in a tank. I... was never supposed to leave that tank, but I found my survival instinct and broke out.

[miraculess]

[ I'm sorry if you expected her to become more chill as your story went on, Sieg. ...she's listening, at least, although hardly blinking at all ]

[pathing]

... I can stop.

[miraculess]

[ snarls entirely without meaning to, catching herself after a few moments of angry rattling with a cough and looking both embarrassed and incandescently furious

still, she shakes her head and covers her face with one hand again, like maybe it'll help if he can't see the effect he's having ]

Excuse me.

[pathing]

...If you truly want to hear it, I won't hold back. But you can ask me to stop at any time. It... isn't a very happy story, though it has its high moments. Rider found me as I was trying to escape. He had a different Master then, but it was good luck he found me. He's... very whimsical, and decided to help me escape, even though I'd never moved before and had no clue of the world outside that room of tanks. He took me in, and... I can't speak of the other person who helped me then, but they reigned in some of his thoughtlessness with logic and sense.

[miraculess]

[ still agitated, but making an effort to listen and think past the raw mess that's her current emotional state. she's not quite capable of level-headed planning or playing the long game anymore, but even what little she can do now as far as tactics goes is better than nothing. every little bit of information is important. ]

Can't? Or... you don't want to?

[pathing]

Their condition for helping was that we never speak of it.

[miraculess]

[ nods ]

... Your heart?

[ prompting ]

[pathing]

They helped me escape. Rider was taking me out of the war's territory. But... my magic circuits are more well-developed than intended by my making, and that made me valuable enough to chase. Saber and his master hunted us down just before we could get me out for real. I was killed. by his Master.

[miraculess]

... What happened? To them.

[pathing]

Saber regretted participating in such a thing, I believe. He tore out his own heart and placed it in my chest, trading his life for mine. ...His master yet lives, I believe.

[miraculess]

[ ...WELL. ALL RIGHT. THAT IS SLIGHTLY MORE LITERAL THAN SHE HAD ASSUMED, NICE.

blinking a few times and then humming in acknowledgement. the sound has a distinctly rumbling edge to it, not unlike her earlier growling ]

[pathing]

So I took on a fragment of his name, to honor him.

[miraculess]

[ that's still a little gay her expression is complicated— bitter, with elements of both recognition and regret. but she nods; yes, she can understand that. after a moment, though, it shifts toward calculating, and she tips her head slightly to the side to eye him. slowly, very carefully: ] Do you want revenge?