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Fate/Dark Heritage

First Night, Kyoto Forest

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Reality seemed to bend and shift around her as Caster used her Noble Phantasm, at least in her perception. She tried her best to not think too heavily about it, focusing more of her attention on her familiar. Getting distracted by what her servant was doing was a sure-fire way to get herself killed. Gotta get used to it and stay focused.

The only sign she gave Caster that she had heard her mention her familiar getting spotted was a small click of her tongue. It was unfortunate, but it was somewhat expected. Any magus worth a damn was going to be able to detect a familiar inside their workshop. Caster was a powerful Caster, but a traditional magus she was not.

"I have eyes on them."

The Tanuki took off at a run to try and keep up. As it went Samira used her Master's Clairvoyance. Rider class servant, parameters were generally above average but not too high. After a few moments of watching the man, she'd leave the Tanuki to attempt to keep track. Turning over towards Caster, she'd give her a slow smile.

"Think you can get a web up in time to give him a surprise, Caster?"

If they were going to jump into the Grail-War, they were going to do it the right way.

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"Interesting. I'm not sure how useful that is compared to getting your territory set up."

Samira's voice was full of snark as she called out to Caster. Her servant was, seemingly, bad at listening to requests. Or at least bad at prioritization.

Getting information on the enemy was useful. It didn't matter if they couldn't leverage it properly. To leverage it, they needed a strong point. Caster couldn't take them on in a straight-up fight. Maybe an ambush situation could manage it, but that'd leave them open to any other Servant attacking them.

If they were going to win they needed the territory set up. It wasn't a question, it was a fact. So she was just a little annoyed that her servant had seemingly spent all their time insulting her fashion choices, making new clothes that weren't going to help if a servant put a sword through her gut, and spying on the enemy.

"Please. Focus on getting the territory set up so we don't get nuked from orbit or something... Tell me where you spotted them, and I'll move my familiar over."

The fact that the term 'nuked' might not carry over properly didn't click with Samira. She just returned to focusing on her own familiar and beginning to move it over in the direction of where Caster found the Master and Servant pair.

Just because Caster was better off doing something else, didn't mean Samira wasn't best off spying on their opposition. The more information, the better.

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In the city that night, there was an animal.

It looked like an animal to the average person, at least.

The raccoon dog made its way along the rooftops, balancing along wires or leaping over small gaps as it went. Its brown eyes shone with intelligence as it inspected everything as it went. From far away, someone watched its every move, a small thread of mana connecting the two.

Samira had done her best, but the familiar she created was a rush job. A random Racoon Dog she had found dead in an alleyway. A quick application of a poultice to repair its body. Binding a nameless spirit, some lingering echo of some myth, into its body. She completed it with a single strand of her hair to forge the connection properly.

It did its job well enough though. No one would question it at a single glance. Someone scrutinizing it closely might realize it was a familiar. Yet anyone who did that was outing themselves as a Magus or a Servant. A Caster would be able to tell instantly, but she had the Caster of the war on her side. Speaking of which, she should probably check up on that. She flicked out of shared perception to look toward the work being done.

"Caster, how goes the bounded field?"

A Caster was only as good as their territory. This wasn't the perfect territory, but it could be worse. While not right on top of a ley-line, it wasn't far away from one. It wasn't the best defensive position they could ask for, but it was remote. Out of the way, so the odds of getting found easily weren't high. It was the kind of location suited to a spider, frankly...

Which made it important that Caster got their territory set up as quickly as possible. Before another servant could somehow find them and force them into a conflict before they were ready. She was not confident in Caster's ability to fight without an advantage. Whether they be her territory proper, or setting up an ambush ahead of time.

"I'm not getting much from my own scouting at the moment. Think people are hiding, hm?"

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There was no need to answer the first comment about being victorious. There was no doubt that they would win this war. Their abilities were more unique, but that didn't make them less powerful. A servant as famous as Arachne meant that this war was as good as hers. She spoke disrespectfully, twisting one of her hands in a gesture.

"I thought I shouldn't let something like that sit and rot. My magic needs me to keep the spirits happy. Whether they're from my home or here; a little tribute to the locals can't hurt."

One eyebrow raised as she saw the cloak masterfully woven out of seemingly thin air. Even without magical detection, she could tell it was something different from ordinary clothing. The Greatest Weaver of Greece didn't make something that was lacking. Her eyes followed it into the air as she tossed it up.

Only to suddenly get yanked forward as it landed on her shoulders. Stumbling forward a step and only barely managing to catch herself from falling directly into her servant, she found herself almost nose to nose. Staring into the bright violet eyes, she let a moment pass. Before her mouth decided to speak her brain could think better of it.

"Watch out, Caster. The last time I was this close to someone, we were late for work in the morning."

Mentally facepalming, she kept her face straight as she stared Caster down. After a few moments, they were apart again, leaving her to inspect the cloak further. She had to admit that it seemed exceptional work; especially for something created so quickly, and seemingly from nothing. There was only one problem she could see with it.

"Fine work, but it's a little conspicuous in the modern day. Not many people go wandering around in cloaks after all. You designed fashion for yourself, you couldn't have designed a coat or poncho instead?"

She kept her eyes on Caster as she raised one arm, holding the cloak. For dramatic effect, she wiggled the cloak in her hand; sending the material rustling back and forth as she tried to demonstrate how it didn't exactly mesh well with either of their modern styles.

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A small sigh of relief escaped from Samira as the light shifted.

The pillar of blue light that stretched to the sky turned to a brilliant gold as it began to condense into the form her Servant would take. Only to suddenly turn violet and transform into strands. Taken aback, Samira took a single step back as it suddenly formed a cacoon where the circle lay.

Her mind began to race as she watched the cacoon begin to unravel. Whatever servant she summoned had to have some connection to insects. Perhaps a being who was insectile in their form? Her mind went back through all the legends and myths she could think of relating to insects. Several came to mind, from North America and the rest of the world. She couldn't say who exactly it was until they appeared.

Then they did appear, and she was at a loss again. Her servant's attire was surprisingly modern, and not what she expected. An eyebrow rose as she spoke of the modern world and the gods, which was the first solid clue she had to their identity.

Not that she had to wait long. At Arachne's name, her other eyebrow rose. There was a glimmer in her eyes as she activated her Master's Perception, reviewing the threads that made up her servant's abilities even as she spoke.

"I must admit, I did not expect to summon you, Caster. I expected either a figure of my homeland or a figure of this land. You are far from either."

Not that she would complain about this result. Arachne was an incredibly famous figure, and that naturally came with a significant amount of power. Her abilities seemed far more nuanced than raw physical strength. A small burst of feeling came from one of the fossils that jangled at her hip, and she reached down to tap it gently.

Not now Thunder, not now.

"My name is Samira Rainwright, Medicine Woman, Magus, and Master in this Grail War. It's a pleasure to meet you, Caster, regardless of my expectations. This shrine was the best place to perform this summoning and to use as my base of operations. Native beliefs align well with my magecraft, it was easy to set up the bounded field, and it's remote. Figured I should address any complaints you might have about the fact it's a shrine before they could be aired."

That was going to be an interesting problem. Samira was frankly put, a religious woman. It was a religion that her people would understand partly, and only she fully understood herself. Yet she was religious in some way. When paired up with a woman who hated the gods... that could be a problem.

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Kyoto was a beautiful city.

It would be an amazing place to set down roots once she won.

Fragrant steam wafted up from her coffee cup, filling her nose with the smell of coffee, chocolate, and cream. There was an excellent view of the city from her spot on one of the hills surrounding Kyoto. Spread out in a tapestry of intersecting streets, it didn't have the skyscrapers that dominated the skyline of so many modern bustling cities. Yet it still glittered and glowed like so many of them.

A breeze flowed past her, turning the wisps of steam into a long ribbon. The trees around her rustled with the sound, mixing with the natural ambiance of the forest at night. It wasn't the wide open plains of her home. Yet that didn't matter in the end. There was nothing back in America for the Rainwrights, but stagnation and death. Their future was here in Kyoto, with her victory in this War.

She took a sip of the vibrant blend in her cup. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste. When she lived here, that coffee shop was to be a regular destination. To win this war, however, she needed a servant. Opening her eyes again, she put a hand against the step she had been sitting on and pushed herself up. Dusting the seat of her pants off, she turned to climb up the steps she'd sat down on.

All the preparation had been done before she had gone to get herself a coffee. Sneaking in at night was child's play. Setting up a simple bounded field to keep people away was a little more complicated. Luckily Shinto had spiritual beliefs that were at least somewhat in line with her magecraft. Reaching the top, she passed under the torii that marked the beginning of the shrine proper.

It was as if she had entered another world. The torii was meant to represent the transition from the mundane to the sacred. A distinct line that separated the inside and the outside. It was the perfect place to begin her bounded field. The faint smell of incense filled the, despite only a few sticks being lit along the outer edge of the field. Placed at the foot of the shrine itself, a bundle of rice cakes was made as an offering to the Kami.

It was inscribed into the stone tiles at the center of the shrine's courtyard. A circle drawn from specially prepared herbs, the finely ground leaves forming an intricate pattern on the ground. It didn't matter what she used to draw the circle, only that she used something of value. It wasn't entirely foreign to her, the base principles were something she was familiar with. The symbols, the layout, the manner, that was what was foreign to her; just like this land.

A small sigh escaped her as she took another sip of her coffee. Looking over the circle one last time, if there was a fault, she saw none. Even if she got something minor wrong, it wouldn't change the result. It was mostly handled by the Grail anyway. Stepping off to the side for a moment, she placed her coffee cup down on one of the stone benches that surrounded the courtyard. Reaching into one of her pockets, she dug out a small wooden box.

Flipping the top open, she'd pluck out a single hand-rolled cigarette. Moving back towards the circle, she dug out a small silver lighter. A flame lit up the shrine as she struck the ignition. Lighting the cigarette before closing the top, she brought the cigarette to her lips and breathed in deeply. The smoke filled her lungs. In her mind, a familiar mantra echoed.

Creator of All, Grant Me Power.

As she exhaled, the prayer flowed out of her, and power flowed into its place.

The cores scattered throughout her body began to spin, and circuits raced through her to connect them. Od was converted into Magical Energy, and that small bit was sent into the tip of the cigarette in between her fingers. The faintly burning end ignited with a blue flame. Holding it out above the magic circle, she tapped it.

"Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill."

Five glowing blue embers fell. They landed on the bottom of the magical circle. For a second it seemed as if they would simply fade. Before the herbs ignited. Blue fire blazed along the lines of herbs, lighting the shrine in a brilliant cerulean blaze. Shifting her stance, she pointed her left hand towards the blaze. The faint smudges on the back of her hand showed her the path she had to walk.

"Let it be repeated five times, and each broken once filled."

"Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."

Mana was converted into Magical Energy as it flowed into the circle, a searing pain glowing on the back of her right hand. Yet the pain was something every Magus lived with. Every circuit burned through her body, and she ignored it. To practice Magecraft was to walk with death. She poured more magical energy into the circle, her voice echoing through the shrine.

"Let my people be my ancestors."

"Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall."

"Close the four cardinal gates."

"Come out from the crown."

"Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom."

The blaze grew larger and brighter. Magical energy was gathered in the tornado of blue fire that had formed in the center of the shrine. Reaching higher and higher towards the sky. A call was sent out into the beyond. From both the Grail and the Magus, seeking out one who could answer the siren's call of a Grail War. One who would match the spirit of this particular Magus.

"I shall declare here."

"Your body shall serve under me."

"My fate shall be with your sword."

"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail."

"If you will submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!"

It was no longer fire. Pure magical energy swirled in a vortex. Something forming in the heart. The Spirit that answered her call manifested into the world. The wind grew stronger, sending the trees rustling and incense smoke flying. Even her coffee cup shook on its bench across the courtyard. Shifting her foot for a better grip, she pressed onwards.

"I shall declare here."

"Your body shall serve under me."

"My fate shall be with your sword."

"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail."

"If you will submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!"

There was no doubt in her heart. There was no second thoughts in her head. There was no option for her beyond one. She must win this war. She must succeed. The Rainwrights must claim Kyoto as their Spiritual Ground. If her family was to have a future, then they must make it here. She must make it here. Even as the wind sent her hair streaming behind her, she brought her cigarette to her lips. Breathing in again, another prayer escaped with the smoke.

Creator of All, Grant me Strength

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!"

Fate/Dark Heritage

Everybody do the Dinosaur

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Name: Samira Rainwright
Age: 28
Alias: Sammy, Doctor Rainwright
Title: Lady Cretaceous

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 136 lbs

Backstories & Personalities

Family Backstory:
The Rainwrights once upon a time were an important family. Once upon a time, they were a proud family of medicine men and women among the Crow Nation in what would become Montana. That was before the settlers came. That was before the Crow were forced into a reservation. That was before the foundation of their beliefs was slowly being eroded as their numbers were whittled away.

The Rainwrights were forced to adapt. They took on the name Rainwright and joined the wider world's magus society. They took a sacred relic of their family and converted it into a crest. Transforming their craft from its traditional form into something new. Even if it was not their tradition, they knew they could not continue as before. Any scrap of power they could get their hands on was grabbed.

Yet they would be unable to find much of anything in the North American continent. They floundered, unable to find their niche among the many magus that called the continent home. The few generations that existed in this new paradigm managed to fill their crest with what knowledge they retained from their past. Yet it wasn't until their fifth heir that things changed.

Personal Backstory:
Samira Rainwright was an exceptional child even at birth. Some thought they were finally blessed, some thought they got lucky. It mattered little, what mattered was that while she had a low number of circuits, her quality was higher than any short of their ancient past. They needed her, and so she was treated as a savior for the family.

She was raised from birth to understand their craft as deeply as possible, slowly transferring their magic crest across her childhood. Knowing what they had lost from their past. Being told how much they needed to try and reclaim. She got started on that task rather young, undergoing a ritual from her people's past. A Vision Quest.

Traveling far from civilization, she'd starve and dehydrate herself while praying in the wilderness. In a trance she would wander through the barren expanse of Montana, searching for something. As she searched through her people's ancestral lands she would follow signs only she saw. Eventually coming to a cliff-side, she would dig into it before pulling out a massive foot-long fossilized tooth.

Claiming it as her own in the tradition of the Crow people, she'd return to the Rainwright family with a new niche for them to exploit. As well as a new fascination that would engulf her. Dinosaurs. Something that the Crow had already discovered in their past, and could easily be added to the foundation they had already set up.

As she grew up, she balanced herself between both the mundane and the spiritual. Going through the process to get herself a paleontology degree and began to join mundane digs. Writing papers on the possibilities of fossils in the use of thaumaturgy for the Clocktower. One such paper even got her accepted for four years in General Fundamentals. Unsurprisingly joining the Department of Archaeology after those four years.

Yet she did not get the respect she thought she deserved. Their foundation was shaky, not yet stabilized by age, and they lacked their spiritual land. So when she heard of the Grail War happening in Kyoto, she packed her bags. The Grail would be nice, but she was after that land!

Personality:
Samira has a chip on her shoulder. Though some might say it's more along the lines of a boulder. The woman constantly seeks the respect she believes she deserves. Embittered by believing herself looked down upon by those older and loftier families. Viewing Magus society as a ladder that she must climb, that isn't to say she doesn't have friends. There are those she genuinely enjoys being around back in the Archaeological Department, where the politics of the rest of the Clocktower matters little. As long as they don't get in her way.

She is extremely passionate about what she cares about, similar to many magi. Whether that be the traditions of her people, the fossils she collects, or whatever random interest she has. It's incredibly easy to get her talking, and hard to stop her once she's set herself on a path. Whether she has to push past something or break through something, it matters little to her. If they are in her way, they are something she will deal with. Nothing matters more than her getting the task done.

Magecraft & Skills

Magical Circuit Quantity: D
Magical Circuit Quality: B+
Composition: Normal
Alignment: Earth

Magecraft: General Fundamentals
Arguably more so than any other Rainwright, Samira is the most traditionally trained magus in the family's history. Having managed to gain access to the Clocktower through a theoretical paper on how to utilize dinosaur fossils in the alignment of grand rituals to communicate with the land. There she learned about the standard topics that are taught, including but not limited to Bounded Fields, Ley Lines, Sympathetic and Contagious Magecraft, Magic Circuits, Magic Crests, and Reinforcement. While not her specialty like some, she's no idiot.

Magecraft: Curse-Arts
What the Clocktower classifies as curse arts are to Samira the traditional medicinal arts of her people, taught to her by her ancestors. Though it has been somewhat warped over time as time has passed and the Crow's foundation has been eroded. It's not her specialty, it is something she knows enough to utilize. The purview of creating medicines and potions, of exorcising unwanted spirits from an area, or even cursing someone via various methods.

In particular, she utilizes hand-made cigarettes to help activate her circuits and support her magecraft. Among the Crow, it is believed that the smoke from tobacco helps carry prayers to the Creator.

Magecraft: Baaxpée (Crow Spiritual Evocation)
Baaxpée roughly translates to "power transcending the ordinary", and is the term the Crow used to describe the abilities their medicine men were granted. To the Clocktower, it's just another form of Spiritual Evocation.

Baaxpée is not something considered inherent to an individual, but rather being granted to them by a spirit, called a Iilápxe. Each spirit is different, and the abilities that come from them are different as well. Samira in particular is mostly attuned to spirits tied to the Earth in some way or another and makes deals with them mostly. She transfers her magical energy to them in exchange for accessing their abilities and powers.

Mystic Code: Cretaceous Xapáaliias (Relics of Ancient Beasts)
Translating roughly to 'medicine', Xapáaliia is an object tied to a particular spirit. It is formed after a ritual in which a Crow seeks out a spirit to serve as their patron, becoming known as their "Medicine Father". It's meant to serve as a conduit through which one can channel and maintain their Baaxpée. While this concept has lost much of its previous Mystery due to the erosion of the Crow foundation, Samira found a workaround.

In a similar way to how Gemstones were stained by long contact with Nature Spirits, Fossils undergo significant changes. Rather than being changed by the spirits they encounter, Fossils tend to warp spirits around them. Their natural mystery serves as a conduit and magnet for nameless spirits seeking identity. Where Gemstones "accumulate thoughts" of their owners and imprison flow, Fossils "warp thoughts" and bend flow around themselves.

By tracking down fossils and converting them into Xapáaliia, Samira can use their mystery and power to create new "Medicine Fathers", spirits attached to the items themselves that allow her to call upon them more easily. In turn, the fossils grant these spirits a greater measure of power than they would have had as shapeless entities that simply floated through the world unseen. A mutually beneficial relationship between the two of them.

Of course, tracking down dinosaur fossils that she can use has proven somewhat difficult. At the moment, she is only in possession of four Xapáaliia, which are as follows:

Thunder (Tyrannosaurus Fang): The first fossil she found and what started her down this path. Thunder lives up to the title of "Tyrant-Lizard King", being the far most demanding of any of the spirits that accompany her. Requiring more magical energy than most, Samira maintains a special connection with Thunder nonetheless. A large part of her personality can be attributed to his guidance.

Bulwark (Triceratops Horn): The second fossil she found, Bulwark has proven a steady and reliable ally in her pocket. Butting heads regularly with Thunder in terms of what Samira does, they are the defense to Thunder's offense, as well as the grounding force that keeps Samira realistic. Though sometimes, his 'grounding presence' can be described more as 'ornery stubbornness'.

Feather (Utahraptor Talon): The third fossil she collected, Feather has proven to be a menace compared to the others. The smallest in terms of raw presence, Feather's energetic and erratic personality always keeps Samira guessing what the spirit might want. Frequently, Thunder and Bulwark simply want her to disregard or get rid of Feather. Yet their abilities cannot be ignored.

Shoal (Plesiosaur Vertebrae): The fourth fossil she's converted into a Xapáaliia, and the newest to the group. Shoal was added as more of a specialty option in her kit, with him being more aligned to water than the earth she's used to. His isolated and gloomy personality confuses her sometimes, but she has yet to see any signs he is against her or any of the other medicine fathers.

Each of these rather large fossils is kept on her person at all times, tucked away into her belt. To the public, she pretends that they are replicas she keeps on hand to help teach about her passion. Any magus would be able to tell that there was something more special about them at a glance from the aura they carry. At the least, they're more durable than your standard fossil.

Skill: Paleology
Despite how obvious it is, it bears saying that Samira is considered a first-class paleontologist with all the necessary credentials, including a PhD in the subject. She is somewhat famous in the field for her discoveries, though also somewhat infamous for certain people being certain that she's stolen fossils for her collection. Even if they can never prove it, it's true. At the least, her well of knowledge is high, and she tends to be able to get into academic institutes with her credentials.

Skill: Multi-Lingual
Having traveled all across the world for her work, she's been forced to learn several languages to a conversational level. While she's most fluent in English and Crow, she's able to read and speak in Japanese and Spanish, while able to somewhat speak and understand Russian and Chinese as well.

Equipment:
Preparing for this expedition to Kyoto, she's packed only the bare essentials for her stay. A suitcase of clothes, enough money to last her a week or two, a laptop, a smartphone, and resources to help with any rituals she may need to perform.

Fate/Dark Heritage

Everybody do the Dinosaur

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Name: Samira Rainwright
Age: 28
Alias: Sammy, Doctor Rainwright
Title: Lady Cretaceous

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 136 lbs

Backstories & Personalities

Family Backstory:
The Rainwrights once upon a time were an important family. Once upon a time, they were a proud family of medicine men and women among the Crow Nation in what would become Montana. That was before the settlers came. That was before the Crow were forced into a reservation. That was before the foundation of their beliefs was slowly being eroded as their numbers were whittled away.

The Rainwrights were forced to adapt. They took on the name Rainwright and joined the wider world's magus society. They took a sacred relic of their family and converted it into a crest. Transforming their craft from its traditional form into something new. Even if it was not their tradition, they knew they could not continue as before. Any scrap of power they could get their hands on was grabbed.

Yet they would be unable to find much of anything in the North American continent. They floundered, unable to find their niche among the many magus that called the continent home. The few generations that existed in this new paradigm managed to fill their crest with what knowledge they retained from their past. Yet it wasn't until their fifth heir that things changed.

Personal Backstory:
Samira Rainwright was an exceptional child even at birth. Some thought they were finally blessed, some thought they got lucky. It mattered little, what mattered was that while she had a low number of circuits, her quality was higher than any short of their ancient past. They needed her, and so she was treated as a savior for the family.

She was raised from birth to understand their craft as deeply as possible, slowly transferring their magic crest across her childhood. Knowing what they had lost from their past. Being told how much they needed to try and reclaim. She got started on that task rather young, undergoing a ritual from her people's past. A Vision Quest.

Traveling far from civilization, she'd starve and dehydrate herself while praying in the wilderness. In a trance she would wander through the barren expanse of Montana, searching for something. As she searched through her people's ancestral lands she would follow signs only she saw. Eventually coming to a cliff-side, she would dig into it before pulling out a massive foot-long fossilized tooth.

Claiming it as her own in the tradition of the Crow people, she'd return to the Rainwright family with a new niche for them to exploit. As well as a new fascination that would engulf her. Dinosaurs. Something that the Crow had already discovered in their past, and could easily be added to the foundation they had already set up.

As she grew up, she balanced herself between both the mundane and the spiritual. Going through the process to get herself a paleontology degree and began to join mundane digs. Writing papers on the possibilities of fossils in the use of thaumaturgy for the Clocktower. One such paper even got her accepted for four years in General Fundamentals. Unsurprisingly joining the Department of Archaeology after those four years.

Yet she did not get the respect she thought she deserved. Their foundation was shaky, not yet stabilized by age, and they lacked their spiritual land. So when she heard of the Grail War happening in Kyoto, she packed her bags. The Grail would be nice, but she was after that land!

Personality:
Samira has a chip on her shoulder. Though some might say it's more along the lines of a boulder. The woman constantly seeks the respect she believes she deserves. Embittered by believing herself looked down upon by those older and loftier families. Viewing Magus society as a ladder that she must climb, that isn't to say she doesn't have friends. There are those she genuinely enjoys being around back in the Archaeological Department, where the politics of the rest of the Clocktower matters little. As long as they don't get in her way.

She is extremely passionate about what she cares about, similar to many magi. Whether that be the traditions of her people, the fossils she collects, or whatever random interest she has. It's incredibly easy to get her talking, and hard to stop her once she's set herself on a path. Whether she has to push past something or break through something, it matters little to her. If they are in her way, they are something she will deal with. Nothing matters more than her getting the task done.

Magecraft & Skills

Magical Circuit Quantity: D
Magical Circuit Quality: B+
Composition: Normal
Alignment: Earth

Magecraft: General Fundamentals
Arguably more so than any other Rainwright, Samira is the most traditionally trained magus in the family's history. Having managed to gain access to the Clocktower through a theoretical paper on how to utilize dinosaur fossils in the alignment of grand rituals to communicate with the land. There she learned about the standard topics that are taught, including but not limited to Bounded Fields, Ley Lines, Sympathetic and Contagious Magecraft, Magic Circuits, Magic Crests, and Reinforcement. While not her specialty like some, she's no idiot.

Magecraft: Curse-Arts
What the Clocktower classifies as curse arts are to Samira the traditional medicinal arts of her people, taught to her by her ancestors. Though it has been somewhat warped over time as time has passed and the Crow's foundation has been eroded. It's not her specialty, it is something she knows enough to utilize. The purview of creating medicines and potions, of exorcising unwanted spirits from an area, or even cursing someone via various methods.

In particular, she utilizes hand-made cigarettes to help activate her circuits and support her magecraft. Among the Crow, it is believed that the smoke from tobacco helps carry prayers to the Creator.

Magecraft: Baaxpée (Crow Spiritual Evocation)
Baaxpée roughly translates to "power transcending the ordinary", and is the term the Crow used to describe the abilities their medicine men were granted. To the Clocktower, it's just another form of Spiritual Evocation.

Baaxpée is not something considered inherent to an individual, but rather being granted to them by a spirit, called a Iilápxe. Each spirit is different, and the abilities that come from them are different as well. Samira in particular is mostly attuned to spirits tied to the Earth in some way or another and makes deals with them mostly. She transfers her magical energy to them in exchange for accessing their abilities and powers.

Mystic Code: Cretaceous Xapáaliias (Relics of Ancient Beasts)
Translating roughly to 'medicine', Xapáaliia is an object tied to a particular spirit. It is formed after a ritual in which a Crow seeks out a spirit to serve as their patron, becoming known as their "Medicine Father". It's meant to serve as a conduit through which one can channel and maintain their Baaxpée. While this concept has lost much of its previous Mystery due to the erosion of the Crow foundation, Samira found a workaround.

In a similar way to how Gemstones were stained by long contact with Nature Spirits, Fossils undergo significant changes. Rather than being changed by the spirits they encounter, Fossils tend to warp spirits around them. Their natural mystery serves as a conduit and magnet for nameless spirits seeking identity. Where Gemstones "accumulate thoughts" of their owners and imprison flow, Fossils "warp thoughts" and bend flow around themselves.

By tracking down fossils and converting them into Xapáaliia, Samira can use their mystery and power to create new "Medicine Fathers", spirits attached to the items themselves that allow her to call upon them more easily. In turn, the fossils grant these spirits a greater measure of power than they would have had as shapeless entities that simply floated through the world unseen. A mutually beneficial relationship between the two of them.

Of course, tracking down dinosaur fossils that she can use has proven somewhat difficult. At the moment, she is only in possession of four Xapáaliia, which are as follows:

Thunder (Tyrannosaurus Fang): The first fossil she found and what started her down this path. Thunder lives up to the title of "Tyrant-Lizard King", being the far most demanding of any of the spirits that accompany her. Requiring more magical energy than most, Samira maintains a special connection with Thunder nonetheless. A large part of her personality can be attributed to his guidance.

Bulwark (Triceratops Horn): The second fossil she found, Bulwark has proven a steady and reliable ally in her pocket. Butting heads regularly with Thunder in terms of what Samira does, they are the defense to Thunder's offense, as well as the grounding force that keeps Samira realistic. Though sometimes, his 'grounding presence' can be described more as 'ornery stubbornness'.

Feather (Utahraptor Talon): The third fossil she collected, Feather has proven to be a menace compared to the others. The smallest in terms of raw presence, Feather's energetic and erratic personality always keeps Samira guessing what the spirit might want. Frequently, Thunder and Bulwark simply want her to disregard or get rid of Feather. Yet their abilities cannot be ignored.

Shoal (Plesiosaur Vertebrae): The fourth fossil she's converted into a Xapáaliia, and the newest to the group. Shoal was added as more of a specialty option in her kit, with him being more aligned to water than the earth she's used to. His isolated and gloomy personality confuses her sometimes, but she has yet to see any signs he is against her or any of the other medicine fathers.

Each of these rather large fossils is kept on her person at all times, tucked away into her belt. To the public, she pretends that they are replicas she keeps on hand to help teach about her passion. Any magus would be able to tell that there was something more special about them at a glance from the aura they carry. At the least, they're more durable than your standard fossil.

Skill: Paleology
Despite how obvious it is, it bears saying that Samira is considered a first-class paleontologist with all the necessary credentials, including a PhD in the subject. She is somewhat famous in the field for her discoveries, though also somewhat infamous for certain people being certain that she's stolen fossils for her collection. Even if they can never prove it, it's true. At the least, her well of knowledge is high, and she tends to be able to get into academic institutes with her credentials.

Skill: Multi-Lingual
Having traveled all across the world for her work, she's been forced to learn several languages to a conversational level. While she's most fluent in English and Crow, she's able to read and speak in Japanese and Spanish, while able to somewhat speak and understand Russian and Chinese as well.

Equipment:
Preparing for this expedition to Kyoto, she's packed only the bare essentials for her stay. A suitcase of clothes, enough money to last her a week or two, a laptop, a smartphone, and resources to help with any rituals she may need to perform.

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_{Somewhere in the hotel}

Saber looked at the woman and blinked before clapping at her expense, it truly was impressive what her master could do and it never ceases to amaze her. A big smile brushed across her face as she took another look at Thaelia, even she had trouble looking through the disguise. It maybe a simple spell but it seems to be very effective.

"I am staring too much, come then we go ride to have this burger, just saying it sounds odd but tasty." She patted her stomach and continued walking but the part about leaving the hotel made her stop in her tracks and mood shifted. Hervor was told to stay in the hotel to not reveal herself to the public because who knows who is watching nowadays, but as soon as the thought of finally getting to be in a battle with another servant crossed her mind, a smile slowly grew on her face. She turned to Thaelia and nodded at her.

"Today we feast!" She exclaimed, raising her fist in the air, she wrapped her arm around Thaelia once again and started walking a bit quicker to get out of the hotel, "We ride this motorcyle of yours, I can ride, I am positive my riding skills apply to even modern machines like what we see now."

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If there was something she was not expecting from the giant of a woman, clapping was not it. It made her jump slightly, even as she turned to stare at Hervor. Her eyes turned to look at her, and saw that massive smile on her face. Her face lit up scarlet and she ducked her head in embarrassment. If there was one thing she was not good with, it was attention.

Nodding her head a bit as she said she was staring too much, she frankly was staring a touch too much for her liking. It was one thing if it was mother, an ancient hero from history was an entirely different matter! Hurrying along slightly as the elevator deposited them on the first floor to try and hide her embarrassed blush, it took a moment for her to realize Hervor had stopped. Turning about to stare at the woman, she blinked a couple times as she watched the emotions on her face shift... Why was she getting a bad feeling about this?

Jumping slightly as she got an arm wrapped around her by the frankly amazonian woman, she started getting hurried out of the hotel. Her blush was definitely not going away any time soon, was it? "W-Wait, you're g-going the wrong direction. W-We're heading t-to the garage, not the front doors!" She jabbed a finger towards a pair of doors off to the side of the main lobby, and thus began to get them in the right direction. It wasn't too far to the Garage, though they did wind up having to go down some steps.

Eventually though, she managed to guide Hervor to her motorcycle. A modern piece of machinery, black, orange, and white emblazoned across the fancy motorcycle. "I-It's a KTM 1290 Super D-Duke... Mother g-got it for me as a birthday g-gift last year, did her own mod-difications on it as well... Said I-I deserved only th-the best if I was g-gonna ride. S-So... helmets are in the b-bags at the b-back."