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ruinations2019-03-18 02:09 pm
unabatedly) wrote in ruinations2019-03-18 02:09 pm
say a prayer for the wounded heart within; (PSL)
[ No one believes she can do this. No one would ever believe that some low-born upstart of a mage could ever summon a Heroic Spirit to fight for her in the upcoming Holy Grail War. By all proper rights, no marks have appeared on the back of her hand, either. Surely if she would have been chosen, they would have appeared by now. Without the proper tools or channels other mages in the Clock Tower are afforded, she can't even keep track to see how many other Spirits have already been summoned, or if the rumors are simply that - rumors and little else. No one wants to pull the trigger.
But she has always been a proud creature at heart. She has trained diligently, been told that she will be a mage with no equal among her peers, if only she can learn everything and test herself properly.
Wouldn't participating in the Holy Grail War secure her place? Wouldn't it show everyone that she is capable of the training she so desperately desires?
She has given up so much to come to this moment. Given her blood, her body, her hope for a long life just to have this chance. She has no artifact to use in her summoning. All she has is her mana, all of the gold she has been able to salvage for weeks - beautiful golden bracers and glittering jewels - as an offering. That...and her blood, which she has used in most of her summoning circle. That and the blood of other animals she has captured for the occasion.
As the moon rises into the sky and sheds light on the altar she's chosen, discreet and small chapel on the outskirts of town, she starts to cast. The hour is upon her, the jewels in place, the gold surrounding the summoning circle. Neria lifts her still bleeding hands. ]
Heed my words.
My will creates your body and your sword creates my destiny.
[ Magic thrums in the air, electrifying. She feels so much power from the seal, which glows a sickly red, then golden as the blood evaporates into raw mana to serve as the gate for whatever - whomever - she manages to call. She can hardly believe it's happening, but she wrests control back into her hands and continues the incantation. ]
If you heed the call and obey my will and reason, then answer me. Do so, and I will entrust my destiny to your sword.
[ The magic practically burns deep within her. Neria's gaze remains on the circle. ]
An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell. From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power... Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance!
[ The weight of the energy and mana is intense. Neria holds firm until the summoning can be completed, as golden light subsumes the room in a glittering glow, until the Servant she's brought forth is able to pass through the circle and into this world. Her left hand burns with the markings of Command Seals, the tether to the divine soul she's brought forth - who is now bound to her magic.
As the light fades, as the dust settles and the power in the chapel settles to a simmering hum, she looks on her work and stands tall, short and dark and plain against glitter of golden armor before her. ]
But she has always been a proud creature at heart. She has trained diligently, been told that she will be a mage with no equal among her peers, if only she can learn everything and test herself properly.
Wouldn't participating in the Holy Grail War secure her place? Wouldn't it show everyone that she is capable of the training she so desperately desires?
She has given up so much to come to this moment. Given her blood, her body, her hope for a long life just to have this chance. She has no artifact to use in her summoning. All she has is her mana, all of the gold she has been able to salvage for weeks - beautiful golden bracers and glittering jewels - as an offering. That...and her blood, which she has used in most of her summoning circle. That and the blood of other animals she has captured for the occasion.
As the moon rises into the sky and sheds light on the altar she's chosen, discreet and small chapel on the outskirts of town, she starts to cast. The hour is upon her, the jewels in place, the gold surrounding the summoning circle. Neria lifts her still bleeding hands. ]
Heed my words.
My will creates your body and your sword creates my destiny.
[ Magic thrums in the air, electrifying. She feels so much power from the seal, which glows a sickly red, then golden as the blood evaporates into raw mana to serve as the gate for whatever - whomever - she manages to call. She can hardly believe it's happening, but she wrests control back into her hands and continues the incantation. ]
If you heed the call and obey my will and reason, then answer me. Do so, and I will entrust my destiny to your sword.
[ The magic practically burns deep within her. Neria's gaze remains on the circle. ]
An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell. From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power... Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance!
[ The weight of the energy and mana is intense. Neria holds firm until the summoning can be completed, as golden light subsumes the room in a glittering glow, until the Servant she's brought forth is able to pass through the circle and into this world. Her left hand burns with the markings of Command Seals, the tether to the divine soul she's brought forth - who is now bound to her magic.
As the light fades, as the dust settles and the power in the chapel settles to a simmering hum, she looks on her work and stands tall, short and dark and plain against glitter of golden armor before her. ]
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valiant, yes, but her words are also full of wrath. petulance holds no interest for the King, but ambition does. aspiring beyond the bounds of nature, aspiring beyond the bounds of one's birth -- that is what is the most intriguing in a man, or woman, is it not? her words do not lack for determination, yet he wonders whether she can put that simmering anger towards the conflict in question.
quietly, almost amiably, he says -- ]
Ha, that is spirit. But will your actions prove the insistence of your words?
Hmm, perhaps I would see that.
[ yet there is still a note of neutrality to his voice. her enemies are not his enemies -- not yet. he is merely a spectator. ]
Very well. What is your name, sorceress? Tell me, and then we may proceed.
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[ Words are paltry. She knows her magic is up to snuff, knows she can do this. And if she cannot, then the war will take her life, and that is all there is to it. But she can do this, she thinks. All the better that such a powerful Spirit will be by her side.
Whatever it takes. She'll make him care.
She studies him closely, gaze sharp, stare long and hard. Quietly, she says: ]
My name is Neria Surana.