[center][h2][color=violet]Elizabeth Reinholt[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=violet]violet = speaking[/color]

[color=lightcoral]lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant[/color]

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[color=violet]"Indeed, Overseer. I am here to verify my status as the master of Assassin,"[/color] the woman said, giving a polite nod as she stopped before the blue-haired woman, her expression cordial for the occasion, though at the same time happy to have her little girl around just in case the overseer here needed proof of her status as a master.

Yet in the meantime, Elizabeth held up her left arm, revealing the red command seals etched into her very hand by the power of the Holy Grail itself. Indeed, such things could not be merely "faked" by a mage or other person wanting to pretend to be a Master. Yet at the same time, who would in their right mind try to fake being a master? This duty, this role, came with its inherent and very real dangers, and with this being the first official night of the Holy Grail War it was not something to remotely take lightly. This was the beginning of the end for so many dreams...and lives at the same time perhaps. 

And at the same time, Elizabeth could not deny the air about this individual. This blue haired person...seemed more innately [i]dangerous[/i] than the average mage, albeit less than the presence of a servant in her mind. Strange, but something to keep note of both for her sake and her servant's sake. Assassin to her was more than just a tool, a servant for usage to get the Holy Grail. She was like...heavens, she was like a sort of [i]daughter[/i] to the female mage if she were to be honest about it. From hugging the little girl instinctively after summoning her, to making her hot meals, to buying her clothes, in just the week they had been around each other already Elizabeth felt a connection to this little girl...and an inherent desire to keep her [s]and dress her up as a magical girl from that one anime she watched on TV as a kid[/s]. 

[@VitaVitaAR]

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[center][h2][color=violet]"Fake"!Saber [s]Best!Saber[/s][/color][/h2][/center]

[color=orange]orange = speaking[/color]

[color=lightblue]lightblue = thinking/mental communication with master[/color]

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[url=http://i.imgur.com/rtYWrV3.jpg] The Saber, this servant of Hasabe's that the boy had summoned a week ago[/url], would suddenly appear before Hasabe in a heartbeat. Leaving her spirit form and manifesting again, the female servant sat about in one of the chairs at the dining room table, feet propped up on part of the table as she looked over at him with a slightly lazy look. Or was that...no...disappointment of some kind or sort? It seemed rather parental in nature, however, like a mother disappointed to see her son come home with pizza...for the millionth time this week. Or perhaps disappointed in the way that she was trying to encourage him to stand up for himself or something. Whatever the case, she soon gave up the expression, sighing and moving her legs down before standing up once more and walking over to the pizzas. 

[color=orange]"Boy, do you remember what i told you last night? The Grail War starts in earnest tonight. So being out this late delivering pizzas of all things, all while a mage can sense those command seals even with those gloves on...ah...,"[/color] the female servant said, giving up on the millionth lecture she had tried to give this week, all to try to prepare Hasabe for the dangers of the Grail War...or at least better get him in the mindset of a master. Even a "fake" like herself could try to do that much for the unfortunate soul who had become her master. 

Though nagging in that regard, it was not like Saber had been any less than trying to do her best as a servant for her master. And indeed, she felt a bit like a mother to this boy, even telling him to clean up a leftover pizza box sitting in the corner shortly after being summoned. Really, she felt a soft spot for him, letting him know she appreciated his hard-working nature and such things that were approveable for a master in training. And yet, she had not been too soft on him, she could not be considering what was going to happen...considering what was starting tonight. If he was not prepared, even to the effect of [i]'just enough'[/i], it could and would eventually spell disaster for the two of them. 

Opening the pizza, Saber raised an eyebrow as she noticed the variety of meats that topped the pizza pie before her. It was not the steak she had hoped for, but it would do. With that, Saber snatched up a slice of the pizza and quickly began devouring the tasty, ableit repetitive, treat that her master her brought home. Such was common for her, as a "warrior did need to eat after all" as she had noted noted during a dinner. 

[color=orange]"Aff liff youff got faa meat one,"[/color] the servant said, speaking as she ate her food, though somehow managing to avoid spitting on Hasabe himself as she looked towards him, until she had finally finished eating the slice in record time (as compared to humans) and began speaking to him more, [color=orange]"Ah, but a package arrived for you today. I have no idea myself as to who delivered it, as i was merely waiting to see if the one delivering was an enemy or not. At least, though, i can tell it was not a servant nor a master for that matter."[/color]

One minute lecturing, the next eating a slice of pizza, the next moving on to another matter. Truly, this Seibah was of great skill, great prestige, and great intellect in her day and age. 

[@Cu Chulainn]