[color=fdc68a][b]"I see...thanks Archimedes. I'm struggling to find a common weakness they might have, but maybe its one of those things where a stronger Servant is more likely to lose to this particular problem. I was thinking military experience was a common point, but Helena isn't exactly a general or anything."[/b][/color]
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[color=fdc68a][b]"Last one's me. C'mon, A-Grade..."[/b][/color] Elise would say under her breath, clenching her right hand and holding it out. 

[color=fdc68a][b]"Let silver and steel be the essence..."[/b][/color] she would say, her Magic Circuits coming alight as she recited the same oath as everyone else, the incantation to summon her Servant. 

[color=fdc68a][b]"An oath shall be sworn here..."[/b][/color] Now, was the appointed time. The proper place. The vessel of power would descend and manifest, Elise's guardian against the dangers of the past, and the necessary tool to protect the future.

[color=fdc68a][b]"From the highest Heaven, and from the deepest hell attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"[/b][/color] The spell would complete in full, the incantation causing the summoning circle to alight with the power induced by the Third Magic, the Throne answering Elise's summons and bringing forth her Servant.
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As Elise finished her rendition of the oath, and the blinding lights of heroism died out, she would be left with no Servant of Yore, no valiant hero of days gone, of stories told, and legends made. No. All she would be left with was a dingy, old tea kettle that was puffing steam from a nonexistent flame.

Oh, and it was musical, too, as the steam whistled an oddly familiar, but pitch shifted (gotta avoid that copyright strike) tune that any child of the right generation knew by heart.

Elise would stare in the most point-blank, undeniable confusion as she looked around, seeing that the other summons had succeeded. She checked her shoulder as it felt like it was on fire, seeing the command spells forming on it and…a tea kettle.

She’d summoned a tea kettle.

Going over, she would carefully grab the handle of it, seeing as there was absolutely no way she hadn’t passed out and was hallucinating right now. After all, there was no way a mage of her caliber failed a summoning ritual.

And she was definitely not on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of going into battle against Servants throwing hot tea at them.

"[color=6B573B][b][i]Ara ara~![/i] I know I'm hot, but you never grab a lady by her tail, you know![/b][/color]"

[color=fdc68a][b]"...Hey, Conner, can you just like, slap me across the face so I know I’m not dreaming? The tea kettle is talking…"[/b][/color] she said, looking very tired already.

"[color=6B573B][b]You don't need that twerp to do what I can do![/b][/color]" Elise would suddenly eat a faceful of scaldingly cold water. Like, a bucket of ice on her face.

Elise would fall on her back, releasing the tea kettle as she was splashed, shaking her face in surprise. [color=fdc68a][b]"W-Wait, if you can talk and you’re an object…are you some sort of Yōkai Servant?"[/b][/color]

"[color=6B573B][b]Is there a chicken around, because someone just won herself a dinner![/b][/color]" Suddenly, very long, shapely legs popped out of the hind of the kettle, while slender, graceful arms popped out the front, and an attractive, in a rather matronly way, woman popped her head out of the mouth of the belly - wearing the kettle lid on her head like a hat. "[color=6B573B][b]Yo dayo![/b][/color]"

A long pause would be Elise’s answer, before she slumped on her back, smiling. [color=fdc68a][b]"Okay, for a second there, you got me. So, you’re a Servant that can shapeshift…or, no. Perhaps that tea kettle is your true form, and this body is the one you shapeshift into…"[/b][/color] Elise would stand, before walking around her Servant. [color=fdc68a][b]"...Caster? Would you reveal your True Name to me?"[/b][/color]

Smirking, the woman would, all too suddenly, explode into the air, and grow to several times her size. "[color=6B573B][b]My name?! My name!?[/b][/color]" she asks, as a giant half-kettle, half-woman parts - doing her best to sexily pose - before sucked her ladu pieces in the metal kettle the size of half the room. "[color=6B573B][b]Honey! You can call me many things! Attractive! Sexy! Stylish! Rogue! Earl Grey, and Debonair![/b][/color]" she says, before kicking a door our of the side of the kettle like it was a house, "[color=6B573B][b]Boom, baby! You're standing before the Empress of Tea, the Savior of Simping Priests, the Thousand Cups Princess, herself![/b][/color]" The woman coyly hid behind her giant as hell, fluffy as fuck raccoon tail, as she boasted, "[color=6B573B][b]Casters wanna be me! Masters wanna see me! Everyone loves me! The one and only, Tea Kettle Servant! Bunbuku Chagama, at your service![/b][/color]"

"[color=6B573B][b]And, lemme tell ya, you ain't never had a Servant like me![/b][/color]" Bunbuku winked.

[color=fdc68a][b]"If you start singing copyrighted material I will use a command spell to stop you,"[/b][/color] Elise warned, before smiling. [color=fdc68a][b]"Gotta admit though…I’m curious what you can do in a fight."[/b][/color]

"[color=6B573B][b]Oh, the usual Tea Kettle stuff. Set stuff on fire. Blow things up. Set blown up things on fire. Set a tidal wave of sake on fire. End world thirst, or flood the planet. You know, basic first grade magic class stuff,[/b][/color]" Bunbuku says, casually puffing on her kiseru.

That all definitely did not sound like usual Tea Kettle stuff.

But, Elise would judge that as being sufficient. A Caster-class Servant was low on mana consumption, so she was glad this one seemed to be on the more offensive side of things. [color=fdc68a][b]"You make sake too?"[/b][/color]

"[color=6B573B][b]Tea is the speciality of a Tea Kettle, but one as magnificent as myself, I'm not behold to one specialty, and fermented tea leaves will afford you alcohol all the same,[/b][/color]" Bunbuku says.

"[color=6B573B][b]Though, I've no revelations in making it, if you intend to ask. Unless you wanna talk about tea sake![/b][/color]"

Elise would clasp her hands together and beam. [color=fdc68a][b]"Oh, don’t worry about that part. I think you and I are gonna get along juuuust fine,"[/b][/color] she would say, before going over and patting Bunbuku on the shoulder.

"[color=6B573B][b]But, of course! Everyone gets along with Tea Kettles,[/b][/color]" Bunbuku says, puffing her kiseru; the smoke smelled strong as hell of Earl Grey, with its distinctly black pepper smell.

Despite summoning what to most was a decidedly weak Servant, her legend stemming from a tea kettle, Elise had a feeling her compatibility with Bunbuku Chaguma would mean they’d work swimmingly well together. [color=fdc68a][b]"Sip of absinthe?"[/b][/color] Elise offered, holding up the drinking horn she’d had on her hip the whole time.

"[color=6B573B][b]Needs a bit more age,[/b][/color]" Bunbuku says, drawing the horn to her lips, and blowing smoke into the belly of it. Elise could feel the magic of the old, the era of Japan where it was at its apex of magic, before it dissipated like steam. "[color=6B573B][b]Try that.[/b][/color]"

[color=fdc68a][b]"Oh, I trust that its perfect now. Just, a bit on the job. I figured its okay for a Servant to have a sip, but the Director might kill me if I’m drinking on the job. Off the job however? I’ll have to see how much a tea kettle can drink."[/b][/color] Elise smirked, confident she could drink her Servant under the table.

[center]Bunbuku Chagama's lips tugged into a tiny smirk, '[color=6B573B][b][i]What a fun friend I have... Nine-hundred-ninety-nine to go...[/i][/b][/color]' before she beamed, "[color=6B573B][b]To unhealthy choices, and, uh, saving the world, I guess![/b][/color]"[/center]