[h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/3ECP2T4.png[/img] [color=0072bc]Izumi Airi — North Miyama[/color][/h3]
[@Berserk Gene]

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[quote][color=tomato]"Take my hand, Lass. Acknowledge me as your Servant."[/color][/quote]
What, that's it!? Not even tapping her heels three times, or waving a wand, or anything? Nope, apparently Grail Wars are powered by hand-holding and friendship. Learn something new every day.

Being urged along with such ferocity, Airi didn't have much time to really examine the situation. All she really had to go on was how she felt. Which was probably for the better — if she had to sit there and weigh the pros and cons of all this, she may well have come to the conclusion that she shouldn't blindly trust random people that fly out of walls and wantonly destroy city infrastructure while wearing an outfit fitting for a sunday morning cartoon.

But when forced to think fast, her underlying principles shone through. Help people. Save people. Those things are true regardless of the situation.

[color=0072bc]"...Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'll do it."[/color] She decided, pressed for time, grasping the man's hand with her own marked one, her 'Master's Right' almost burning her skin as she did. [color=0072bc]"I acknowledge you! I acknowledge you...as my Servant!"[/color]

 
There was a tug. At least, that's what it felt like, at first. But then, she realized that it was more like a dizziness, and it wasn't just her hand that was burning anymore.

...Water? Thirst? Hunger?

Something is missing. Some resource has run dry.

As her vision begins to darken around the edges, she can't help but wonder what it is. What it was that she possessed merely a moment ago. What it was that she had held onto for her whole life without knowing its name.

Cold. Her body feels cold...

With a shiver, even in such thick clothing, her legs give out for a moment, and she finds herself staring at the ground with a bewildered expression. Her hand is burning as though she had jammed a fork into an electrical socket, and yet the rest of her body feels like she just took a bath in ice water. Her jaw shakes, as her teeth begin to chatter slightly, and her right thumb twitches in the man's grip.

[color=0072bc]"F...ffu...ck...k..."[/color] Her voice is disjointed, and her head falls over like a plate knocked off of a table, dragging her neck and shoulders downward as it rests in her lap, harsh denim against her brow. The girl's head is pounding, her eyes have gone dark, she's besieged by chills, and nothing makes sense.

[color=0072bc][i]The hell...kinda fine print...is this...?[/i][/color]

[color=0072bc][i]I'm such a...dumbass...[/i][/color]