| Catherine's key evaporated,and she twisted around without a word."She may not be in terms of age,but she killed more than you." she finally let out,as she stood down at the table to munch another sandwich. She let her mind wander,thinking about her Elder's words. |
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| Caster not caring anymore, settled for a sandwich as well... he technically didn't need it too much since he preferred a steady diet of Prana. But since his only source of 'power' came from his Master, he need other sources as well. But food still tastes like ash and soot in his mouth... |
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| They ate in silence.For many,it would have been annoying.But not for her.She liked silence - silence was like steel : hard and cold.And she'd be damned if she didn't admit she liked steel.She prayed,yes,but she was a warrior before anything else.As she finished,she made the same cross sign with her hand as Mother Maria did earlier."The Father,Son,and Sacred Spirit." she mumbled quietly,before washing the plate and the mug her elder left behind. "You up for a walk?" she asked Caster,as she wiped her hands on a towel. |
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| "I'm up for a killing... or a summoning" said Caster, "Either way works for me" he said coldly implying he was in no mood for a simple 'walk'. |
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| "Library it is then." she nodded,completely ignoring him. |
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| "This place has a Library?" said Caster sounding mildly amused... of course the contents of whatever this place called a 'library' couldn't even possibly fill one of the walls that made up his library in his Palace... "This should be amusing..." he said. |
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| Catherine completely ignored him,as she walked out of the kitchen.Again,she started to hum a lullaby in an absent-minded state;a faraway look shone in her eyes,as she made her way out of the building,into the inner court.She stopped in front of a statue;the Archangels were beautifully sculpted out of white marble.She sighed,kneeling,and looking for a symbol;a wing surrounded by a swirl of wind was on the support,near the pavement.She smirked for a second,before placing her palm over it. "Две Ангелы Света, открыть ворота на небеса." she slowly chanted,and the statue moved to the side,revealing stairs that went underground. |
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| "Oooooh" said Caster "Another secret dungeon full of dark and terrible secrets!" he said sarcasticaly and overall condescendingly... But he followed her regardless... |
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| Catherine rolled her eyes,as she climbed down the stairs.When her feet touched the first tile of pavement,the statue moved again,closing the entrance.A symbol,acting as the catalyst for the locking spell,glowed softly in the dark surrounding the Master and her Servant.Unfazed by his comment,she thrown needle-like objects in the torches adorning the walls,muttering a soft,barely audible,"Kasou shikiten!" . Fire now dissipated the darkness,and Catherine relaxed visibly,obviously familiar with the place. "It actually happens to be full of secrets.No one but me,the elders,and few of the most important Executors know about this underground refugee.It opens based on prana recognition,and I plan to flee here in times of need,altering the spell so only we can get inside." she explained in a murmur,walking leisurely down the long corridor.When they reached the end,a semicircular arcade,made of marble,was the passage to a tall,round room.Endless shelves,that reached up to the ceiling,were carved in the walls,books being stiffly stuffed in them.The room was wide and large,and in its center laid a round,mahogany-colored wooden table;nine armchairs with blue and gold tapestry were placed around it. From the painted ceiling,that represented a beautiful scene where angels bowed in front of Mary and her son,was hanging a large chandelier.With a flick of her fingers,the candles began to glow softly,the glass of their support amplifying the light.For good measure,Catherine lit the lamp resting in the center of the table aswell;"Before you ask,I have no idea why so many round objects." |
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| "I really don't know whats up with 'Executors' and your secret rooms for 'magic'" said Caster taking book off a shelf flipping through, finding it undesirable, and tossing it behind him on to a table. "In fact, everything you backwards 'magi' do these days are pretty stupid... a library should be kept in a tall tower with WINDOWS! Hell, even your bedrooms are ridiculous..." he tosses another book behind him. "Bedroom is suppose to be large and grand, designed both for your comfort and the comfort of your 'prisoners'..." he said suggestively "So to conclude... you Executors with your tiny rooms and dismal dungeons frankly disgust me..." and the latest book he had in his hands he in hands seemed to actually be useful... |
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| Catherine rolled her eyes,and picked all the books he tossed,putting them back in their place with care. "Firstly,I live under the cover of an orphaned girl,who is an apprentice to becoming a nun.I'm a vow away from selling my soul to God." she spoke,her voice even,but her jade orbs darkening to an emerald hue."Secondly,towers are too obvious,and not good for double roles.And thirdly...I could care less if I sleep on rocks or on a king-sized bed." she dully finished her small speech."Where did he let that cursed index?" she wondered,in a murmured hiss,looking around the room.Satisfied,she found what she was looking for,near the other end of the room.She sprinted towards it,and brought it back to her at the table.Looking trough it,she hissed. "The twelfth shelf,second column.How in the world do they expect someone with no element manipulation to climb to there?" Cathy frowned,glaring at said shelf,who was near the midsection of the wall. |
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| Caster ignored his Master's ranting and set down his book on Scandinavian Myth and Legend to inspect the catalogue recovered by her... He poured over its contents... perhaps a listing on an artifact or relic needed to summon the Berserker he was looking at in the previous book may be found in here... |
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| Catherine huffed,dropping her coat on armchair's back;with relative ease,she attached a string to a long,curved needle;aiming,she made the wanted book move,and start to fall.Jade orbs glow for a second,as the book changes its trajectory and lands on the wooden table with a loud thud. Smiling pleased,she seats herself at the table,opening 'All about circuits' . |
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| "Hmmm..." went Caster pouring over the book. Apparently not everything was going according to plan in summoning his own Berserker... |
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| "I really,really wonder if it would work." Catherine mused to herself,searching for the index of the book she picked.Once she found it - rather quickly - ,she began looking trough it. Because she was curious if she could alter a prana circuit trough a clean stab with her own energy.'It would be deathly useful.Quick to do the job,too.' she mused to herself further,scanning the dusty book. |
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| "Little Nun" said Caster not looking up from his book, "Where would your church store down here your Artifacts or Relics? Particularly the collection used for Summoning Servants or what not..." |
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| "Hm?" Catherine asked,rising her face."Depends on what you're looking for." she replied,scratching her cheek out of habit."What mythology or era it belongs to.Most are in the Archive,but special ones are put in an annex of this room." she replied,trying to remember where everything was.She hated that she was the one keeping index of everything... |
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| "I need Scandinavian, perhaps an Axe or Bear-Pelt Armor... I need Arngrim" said Caster implying he found a Berserker for his use. |
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| Catherine raised an eyebrow,and simply nodded.She took out a small notebook from a hidden pocket,and looked trough it with meticulous movements."Let's see..." she murmured,her book forgotten for now,as she got up from her spot,scratching her ginger locks.Pacing to the side of the room,she pressed a button hidden in stone with a prana-laced touch from her finger;a side door opened,and she disappeared trough it.Moments later,she was back,holding a large double axe,with semicircular blades;the tip was a conic form,and it seemed to have silver infused in the cold metal. "Would this do?" she asked,holding it with one hand in presentation,notebook in the other. |
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| Caster inspected the axe, ran his finger along the edge... and the blade melted. "This artifact is fake" he said rather blas'e "Does your church having anything with actual magic aptitude or not? Or are YOU the only the only thing?" |
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| Catherine looked at him in stupor."Speak more clearly,would you?" she asked,sighing.Going out of the room and entering back again,she came back with a fur coat - made from a white bear's pelt."This should work.It was worn by a Scandinavian Hero during the first Grail War." |
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| Taking the fur pelt, Caster inspected it... he wasn't too sure and it showed on his face... |
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| Catherine sighed inaudibly,letting herself lean on the wall.Slowly,she fell to the floor;moving slightly,she made herself comfortable on it."When we're done,I will go train." she muttered,more to herself.She felt herself ache with the need of drawing her weapons out - the need to twirl the enemy attacks in air with sheer will power.She'll never admit,but she enjoyed it somewhat.It made her be distracted. |
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| "This just might do the trick..." muttered Caster, he grabbed some chalk off the table and began tracing a Magic Circle on the ground near his Master and then began inscribing letters... runes maybe, in the circle as well... |
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| "Does this one require my blood,or is it yours that will be used?" Catherine asked,staring at the circle with a half-blank gaze.She was there,and yet she wasn't - she felt tired and weird.Something was off about this war... |
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| "Most likely... both" said Caster in a temporary teaching mode "My body as 'Servant' is being held together by Mana and thus 'fake', while yours is made up of flesh and blood and thus 'real'. If I'm to become a Master, I may need some 'real' blood to help complete the ritual" |
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| "I see." Catherine nodded imperceptibly,getting up from her spot in seconds time.She pulled out a dagger,yet again,and ripped with ease the bandages still covering her hand.Positioning the weapon on a different angle,for a new cut at the base of her fingers,she simply stared at the circle. "Just tell me when." |
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| Caster still crouching and writing additional Runes said "Patience my Msochistic Nun... patience" //we need whatcha... he's playing as Berserker// |
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| //next post when he's on.you finish the circle,I draw blood,he appears.// Catherine rolled her eyes."I'm far from a masochist.I'm merely numb enough to not care how much blood I spill;but I loathe hassles." she dryly commented,her lips pressing together tightly,forming a thin line. |
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| "You're almost cute when you try to act tough..." said Caster trying to get under her skin more as he drew the Circle... |
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| Prior to arriving at the bottom level steps of the Monastery, Noah felt a chill. It was probably the chill he always gotten when he approached a place people deemed holy. He wasn't evil, but he just got the chills. He looked over to the side, and noticed the graveyard. The crosses of the buried looked quite similar to the command seal he had on his wrapped up hand. He shrugged and off, and started to motion up the steps. "Ready?" |
| Taishi walks into the Monastery with a refined manner. "I was born ready...in a manner of speaking." She snickers. |
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| Noah scrunched his nose once more, before following in behind her. He immediately took a seat on one of the to-the-side benches, and yawned. He looked around, the imagery, and the history the monastery might have had intrigued him. He even wondered if they had any pamphlets, or books about the facility, so he could learn a bit more. The only problem was that chilly feeling hasn't faded as of yet. "Much more different than the ones in Greece." |
| A nun entered,smile plastered on her face - she was none other than Mother Maria,the woman with piercing eyes,colored a shade darker than the pure snow outside."What are you here for,young dears?The morning rite ended two hours ago." she smiled,noticing the radiation around them."Or are you here...for something else,hmm?" |
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| "It is done... the circle is complete" said Caster now standing and half turning to look at her "Your blood please..." and indicated a corner of a octogram "Drip it here and for both our sakes... don't miss" |
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| Taishi was about to look for a bell after noticing how empty it was before a nun entered. She cursed in her mind, really hoping there was a bell to summons someone with and decides to keep looking and let her magus handle it. |
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| Catherine rolled her jade orbs,in disdain."Just who do you take me for?!" she hissed,cutting deeper than intended,piercing the milky white skin with a quick strike.Red liquid began to fall,in contrast with the ridiculously soft-looking envelope of her calloused hands.Without even needing to glance at her hand,she directed the blood straight onto the place her Servant pointed - her accuracy being,like always,perfect. White and red mixed,a crimson-amaranth mass forming.Light shone in furious red tones,summoning a new entity from beyond human realms."Rise and cut,warrior of anger." she murmured quietly,in addition,with the purpose of a chant. |
AngelicXISep 15, 2012 2:09 PM
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| Noah arose when he noticed a nun walking into the area. He looked at her, and gave a soft smile, showing his respect. "I am quite aware, miss. I am here to look around, perhaps be shown a few books about this Monastery, as I am from Greece, and so is.. Erm. My Newlywed here." He said, before giving himself a mental beating. "Newlywed? Are you suffering from a lack of brain nourishment, Dawod? You could have said sister, aunt, something like that!" He thought to himself. "Even a tour would be nice, even though this is a place of worship, not a tourist spot. I hope you don't mind, miss." |
| Caster began to chant the Summoning Ritual of Heaven's Feel... albeit slightly modded for a Caster's rather than a traditional master's use... "...Open Close, Open Close, Open Close..." Master Brands began to appear on Caster's outstretched wrist... its working! |
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| Out of the swirling mass of light and energy that poured from the circle, a man appears. Dressed in a iron armored vest, the man is incrediable tall and muscled. A mop of dark brown hair adorns his scarred face, and a sword almost as tall as him lay on his back. He looks down at the two who stood before him. They seemed so small when compared to his massive frame. One was a Magus, and the other a Servant. Question was: " Which one of you called me here?" he asks, his force rough, and deep. |
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| Catherine hissed trough gritted teeth."Perfect!Another demanding bastard - like one was not enough." she murmured,before looking straight into the new apparition's eyes. "We both did." she affirmed,holding out her hand."My blood - his power.You're his,and he is mine." she explained,oozing confidence and a small flick of anger,as red liquid oozed still from the fresh wound. Back with Maria... "My my,but this is a monastery,my dear child.I'm afraid I cannot offer you a tour." the elder shook her head,closing her eyes for a second.Placing a finger on her chin,she opened them,and smiled kindly once more."I can,however,answer your questions - if you are that interested about our religion." |
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| "That would be me Berserker... or shhould I say Arngrim" said Caster snidely, he was clearly enjoying his new power and ignored his own Master while doing so. |
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| Berserker nods his head, his chin in his hand as he gives a thoughtful expression. He looks down at them, listening to them. To be frank, most of it just went in one ear and came out the other. He didn't care much for the detail. One thing caught he attention, though. Two Masters. ....One to many. Without another word, he draws his massive sword and slices the man in two. The blade cuts cleaning throught the torso in one swing. Blood gushes from the two havles, and his weapon drinks it hungrly. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Catherine watched,mortified.Without thinking,she spun,her tongue licking the fresh wound on her palm,her foot colliding with the large man's knees,enough force to break a wall invested in her kick. Caster's black blood oozed around,staining her in the process - if a writer of Shakespeare's caliber would see her now,he would,without a doubt,take her for a tragedy heroine.Eyes shinning in surprise and fury,two types of blood painting her body,dim light serving as a witness;for sure,she looked morbidly stunning. |
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| Casters upper half dropped to floor with sickening thump, while his lower half dropped to its knees... Th thick tar-like blood already pulling itself back togther made a sickening 'slurping' sound as caster said "Well, well, well... good to know you have some spirit" Caster raised his head, is upper half lieing there looking pathetic... |
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| Catherine dropped her leg back to the ground,as quick as she lifted it.A frown graced her lips,as she quietly slid down next to Caster's upper half,kneeling next to his head.She glared lightly down at him,eyes narrowing;"If you weren't so...helpless right now,I would have punched you so hard,you would have had troubles remembering your name." she threatened,half-jokingly - a serious intent hid underneath,however,as she clenched a fist for emphasis. |
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| Berserker raised an eyebrow, resheathing his Sword. A Man that can't die. He had come across no-ends of people who had claimed to be Unkillable, but it became a moot point when their severed heads joined his collection. To meet someone who was Immortal was...interesting. Berserker grins, which quickly breaks into hearty laughter. |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
| Caster looked at his Master, though he was smiling... his eyes had look she'd had yet to see in the short time he'd been with her. He'd already displayed many sins before her: Greed, Lust, and the like... but this is the first time she'd seen pure drop dead hate and Wrath. Its was a force strong enough to make her knees tremble and make her hair stand on end... if he really wantted to right now, he could tear her in half and show no remorse. With that being done, he pulled himself togther and stood once more before his Berserker, he looked at the man-beast who was half a foot taller than him in the eye... and Bitch-Slapped him! If one were to look closely, you'd see the iron gauntlet that Caster had silented 'Created' while healing himself. But right after Caster slapped him, he said "Ungrateful Slaves Need To Be Punished... I Suggest That You Should Listen To Me... BITCH |
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| Catherine had stared right back in his eyes,just a little unnerved.'What a cold feeling.The hate inside him is darker than the emptiness that fills my soul.' she mused,once he lifted himself,and could no longer see her face;a blank expression made its way onto her features,jade orbs loosing their shine.She raised the sleeve of her red blouse,touching lightly the command seals - three crosses,with a snake wrapped around them.'How fitting.' she dryly thought,immediately pulling herself up.Forming a sword into the same hand she drew blood from earlier,she grasped the cold surface,numbing her palm further."Calm down,idiot." she addressed Caster. |
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| Berserker remains unphased by the slap. Honestly, he hardly registered it at all. He had experienced far far worse. Besides, he was never the type to let pain stop him. No, it wasn't the slap that annoyed him. Ungrateful Slaves Need To Be Punished... He turned his head towards Caster. His eyes were cold, but a silent fury burned behind them. Berserker returned the favour, backhands Caster in the same manner. Except this had enough strength to send Caster flying across the room, smashing through the brick wall into the other room. "I am no-one's slave |
| Stop. Calm yourself. You're an idiot. |
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