There was a clap of flesh against flesh, as Valley brought her hands to the cheek of her Servant’s face; eyes open and glowing with a depth of power ages old. 

[center]“[color=89CFF0][i]Flip silently, o’ pages of old.[/i][/color]”

“[color=E0115F][b]Plan brilliantly, o’ thiever, so bold.[/b][/color]”

“[color=DA70D6][b][i]And, reach for riches untold.[/i][/b][/color]”[/center]
As the two voices spoke, Lancer of Blue would see her Master’s clothing being replaced; gone was her plain attire for something far more extravagant and eye-catching. In addition, a third voice spoke up, “[color=50C878][b][i]Harken to the call of the Phantom Thief.[/i][/b][/color]”

Suddenly, Lancer of Blue would feel her cheeks gain two extremely different temperatures - one of extreme heat, and one of extreme cold, as eyes of the most piercing gold worked into hers, and looked beyond her; in the truth of her very existence.

“[color=DA70D6][b][i]Well, aren’t you a broken little mystery,[/i][/b][/color]” she asks. “[color=DA70D6][b][i]Behind smiles and innocence...[/i][/b][/color]” Valley grins, “[color=DA70D6][b][i]...but, through your deceptions, We see the truth you hide.[/i][/b][/color]”

Lancer of Blue could feel herself being striped bare of any deceptions she kept, both conscious and unconsciously under her Master’s gaze. Those golden eyes peeling back her history, before a sudden flash of mesmerizing blue filled her eyes, and Valley was gone - as was her scythe.

Above her, several feet higher than her arms could reach, Valley floated above Lancer of Blue on seemingly solid platforms of air... gingerly stroking her weapon with a gloved fingertip.

“[color=DA70D6][b][i]What to call you,[/i][/b][/color]” the Phantom Thief asks, as she lied down, as if bored. “[color=DA70D6][b][i]Sickle. Scythe. I don’t have time for the mouthful that is your name,[/i][/b][/color]” she says, flippantly, “[color=DA70D6][b][i]So, you need a nickname. Got a good one on ya?[/i][/b][/color]”
[hr][@Seirei No Hai]