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[h2][color=2E37FE][b]"Hi Master! I am Lancer, not your typical one but my weapon gets the job done~"[/b][/color]

[color=2E37FE][b]Wherever the Location is[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

A pillar light bursts forth from the ground. A light just enough to bother her closed eyelids, even if her body and mental strain were killing her. The light was tempting enough for her to take a peek, to open those eyes to see a beautiful young lady in blue appear before her. 

Raven hair, sapphire accents, a skirt that similarly emulates the petals of a lily growing upside-down. Her soft, peaceful smile kneeling down to meet her Master's visage. It looked innocent. Like someone that doesn't belong in war, someone that needed to be kept behind a wall, far from all the chaos that will ensue, and yet behind her was a long polearm, a curved blade stretching out near the end- [b]a scythe[/b]. How peculiar for a Lancer to be summoned wielding one.

Although now that she would have seen the gargantuan weapon behind her. The context behind the pretty girl's smile turned into a different kind, that perhaps that smile was perhaps the work of a fanatic, a cultist whose sole purpose is to bring death wherever she will go. The bright blue eyes were hypnotizing for a moment before the look of insanity subtly settling in between the windows of her ethereal soul.

[color=2E37FE]"Oh dear, oh dear, my Master is in pain."[/color] She answered, her hands gripping her shoulders, shaking them. A frown forming ever so slowly on her face, a look of worry that she manages. [color=2E37FE]"Please wake up, Master. It's such a waste to summon me only for you to sleep! This War has just begun, no? You don't want to miss it right? I don't want to see you in pain."[/color] The shaking was fast, intensifying. If she wasn't going to wake up soon, she might take some more drastic measures.

[@Enkryption]