Cu Chulainn

Fate/Aureum Mea

Friend of mine and I have a fun Master pair idea, and I think we've already discussed some of it with you.

Cardinal Rift

My Redemption Arc As A Holy Knight Is Wrong, As Expected

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Sir Ceadda Croan
House: Fourth child of House Croan
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Stands at about 5'6" with a slim, athletic build. Wears a specialized half-plate denoting his status as a Holy Knight adorned with a faded insignia of House Croan. Plenty of burn marks on his forearms due to the nature of his gate. Has a white streak in his hair that many assume also stems from the stress that comes from the use of his powerful gate, but it is really due to being overworked.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: Something of a scandalous celebrity, but is actually quite unremarkable. Due to a past incident that had him join the Holy Knights, Ceadda is seen to the general public as a loose cannon with an especially destructive gate. In reality, those who truly know Ceadda know him as a very jaded individual who finds most of the problems in life a pain. He is the type to undertake anything that is asked of him, but also tries to cut corners in an attempt to make things easier on himself. Because of this, Ceadda is sometimes treated as an "errand-boy" among his peers. In other words, the one member of a group project who volunteers to do most of the work, but ends up doing a half-assed job at it.

Alignment: Neutral. Ceadda is well aware of the dangers of either side having too much power, but if he were forced to pick a side, Ceadda would begrudgingly choose Magic if only for his familial ties and his Magusist upbringing.

Skills: An overall perceptive individual, Ceadda is especially observant when it comes to other people. He is able to get a general feeling of what kind of person someone is after a few brief moments of interaction, and even understand the topic of a passing conversation just by hearing a few spoken words. Despite being able to read others easily, Ceadda does not put this skill into full use as a nobleman of House Croan, and instead utilizes this skill to seem unremarkable to those he interacts with. Ceadda's skills in human observation are especially apparent in the midst of conflict, such as an argument or a more physical confrontation.

Among the Holy Knights, Ceadda is actually considered the "weakest" in terms of overall sword skills. This is due to Ceadda's personal combat methodology. Using his skills of observation, Ceadda prefers to figure out his opponent before blades clash in order to win a fight before it even begins. When that fails, Ceadda enters combat with the mindset of ending it as quickly as possible, favoring quick dashes and rushing headlong towards his opponent as a means of finding or making openings to exploit. In other words, a seemingly reckless assault unfitting of a Holy Knight if not for Ceadda's particular gate. Some would even say that despite his mediocre skills with the blade, Ceadda is among the order's "greatest" swordsmen due to the nature of his sword along with his particular fighting style.

Backstory: One of the many children born under House Croan, Ceadda wasn't seen as especially remarkable in comparison to the rest of his siblings. Much of this came from Ceadda's desire to avoid attention, and he had a generally quiet childhood (for a Croan child) until the nature of his gate was discovered in a particularly scandalous incident. What was once thought to be a specialized form of Electricity or Heat gate turned out to be something more, as made apparent when Ceadda had lost control over it and harmed his younger sister, Rae, in the process.

Overcome with the shame of harming his family alongside being ostracized by most of his siblings, Ceadda had felt like he was unfit for having such power, and purposely overused his gate to the point of it cracking so he wouldn't be able to use it anymore. However, the Lord and Lady of House Croan had other plans for Ceadda, believing that such a powerful gate should not be squandered over a mere accident. They soon came to a compromise, with Ceadda being sent to the Holy Knights under the guise of "rehabilitation", so he could learn to control what is left of his gate without the risk of hurting his family any longer. About two years later and Ceadda had easily cemented his place within the Holy Knights as one of its strongest members.

Miscellaneous: Ceadda carries a beautifully crafted glass sword as his sole weapon of choice. Appearing as more of an accessory than an actual weapon, it is unfit for use as a sword in the traditional sense, and Ceadda is sometimes ridiculed for having such a fragile-looking blade. A nameless blade due to Ceadda's belief that naming tools and objects is "something only pretentious snobs would do." In truth, Ceadda feels embarrassed about the names he's come up with so far.

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𝕄agic

Gate: Unbeatable Hollow Sword. A special gate that can only manifest within a uniquely-crafted hollowed glass sword. About as flashy as the name suggests, Ceadda's gate was originally much stronger before it was voluntarily cracked due to a past trauma.
Flow: Moderate-Low. Originally High, but can now only take the shape of the vessel it is summoned through. In Ceadda's case, the blade of a sword.
Favour: High, but due to the gate's cracks, over-exertion can lead to mana draining faster and even more potential damage to the gate and its vessel.
Field: Can only be summoned through Ceadda's sword, or other vessels of similar make. Can be extended from the vessel to a length of 2 meters, and upwards to a length of ~7 to 9 meters through exertion.

Cardinal Rift

New act, new app.
_{This time, a character I'll definitely play!}

My Redemption Arc As A Holy Knight Is Wrong, As Expected

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Sir Ceadda Croan
House: Fourth child of House Croan
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Stands at about 5'6" with a slim, athletic build. Wears a specialized half-plate denoting his status as a Holy Knight adorned with a faded insignia of House Croan. Plenty of burn marks on his forearms due to the nature of his gate. Has a white streak in his hair that many assume also stems from the stress that comes from the use of his powerful gate, but it is really due to being overworked.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: Due to a past incident that had him join the Holy Knights, Ceadda is seen to the general public as a loose cannon with an especially destructive gate. In reality, those who truly know Ceadda know him as a very jaded individual who finds most of the problems in life a pain. He is the type to undertake anything that is asked of him, but also tries to cut corners in an attempt to make things easier on himself. Because of this, Ceadda is sometimes treated as an "errand-boy" among his peers. In other words, the one member of a group project who volunteers to do most of the work, but ends up doing a half-assed job at it. Something of a scandalous celebrity, but is actually quite unremarkable.

Alignment: Neutral. Ceadda is well aware of the dangers of either side having too much power, but if he were forced to pick a side, Ceadda would begrudgingly choose Magic if only for his familial ties and his Magusist upbringing.

Skills: An overall perceptive individual, Ceadda is especially observant when it comes to other people. He is able to get a general feeling of what kind of person someone is after a few brief moments of interaction, and even understand the topic of a passing conversation just by hearing a few spoken words. Despite being able to read others easily, Ceadda does not put this skill into full use as a nobleman of House Croan, and instead utilizes this skill to seem unremarkable to those he interacts with. Ceadda's skills in human observation are especially apparent in the midst of conflict, such as an argument or a more physical confrontation.

Among the Holy Knights, Ceadda is actually considered the "weakest" in terms of overall sword skills. This is due to Ceadda's personal combat methodology. Using his skills of observation, Ceadda prefers to figure out his opponent before blades clash in order to win a fight before it even begins. When that fails, Ceadda enters combat with the mindset of ending it as quickly as possible, favoring quick dashes and rushing headlong towards his opponent as a means of finding or making openings to exploit. In other words, a seemingly reckless assault unfitting of a Holy Knight if not for Ceadda's particular gate. Some would even say that despite his mediocre skills with the blade, Ceadda is among the order's "greatest" swordsmen due to the nature of his sword along with his particular fighting style.

Backstory: One of the many children born under House Croan, Ceadda wasn't seen as especially remarkable in comparison to the rest of his siblings. Much of this came from Ceadda's desire to avoid attention, and he had a generally quiet childhood (for a Croan child) until the nature of his gate was discovered in a particularly scandalous incident. What was once thought to be a specialized form of Electricity or Heat gate turned out to be something more, as made apparent when Ceadda had lost control over it and harmed his younger sister, Rae, in the process.

Overcome with the shame of harming his family alongside being ostracized by most of his siblings, Ceadda had felt like he was unfit for having such power, and purposely overused his gate to the point of it cracking so he wouldn't be able to use it anymore. However, the Lord and Lady of House Croan had other plans for Ceadda, believing that such a powerful gate should not be squandered over a mere accident. They soon came to a compromise, with Ceadda being sent to the Holy Knights under the guise of "rehabilitation", so he could learn to control what is left of his gate without the risk of hurting his family any longer. About two years later and Ceadda had easily cemented his place within the Holy Knights as one of its strongest members.

Miscellaneous: Ceadda carries a beautifully crafted glass sword as his sole weapon of choice. Appearing as more of an accessory than an actual weapon, it is unfit for use as a sword in the traditional sense, and Ceadda is sometimes ridiculed for having such a fragile-looking blade. A nameless blade due to Ceadda's belief that naming tools and objects is "something only pretentious snobs would do." In truth, Ceadda feels embarrassed about the names he's come up with so far.

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𝕄agic

Gate: Unbeatable Hollow Sword. A special gate that can only manifest within a uniquely-crafted hollowed glass sword. About as flashy as the name suggests, Ceadda's gate was originally much stronger before it was voluntarily cracked due to a past trauma.
Flow: Moderate-Low. Originally High, but can now only take the shape of the vessel it is summoned through. In Ceadda's case, the blade of a sword.
Favour: High, but due to the gate's cracks, over-exertion can lead to mana draining faster and even more potential damage to the gate and its vessel.
Field: Can only be summoned through Ceadda's sword, or other vessels of a similar make. Can be extended from the vessel to a length of 2 meters, and upwards to a length of ~7 to 9 meters through exertion.

Fate/Lost Epoch

Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District

"Woaaah!" Ron uttered in awe of his Servant's display of skill. To think Maider could clean a stain out from the sky as high as 8,000 feet... Ron really did summon the strongest Maid in the Throne of Service, huh? If she keeps cleaning up like this, then there's no doubt Ron would be able to win the War, and more importantly, hear dad praise him! However, there was only one issue, one that Ron had slowly began to realize.

"Wait a minute... did you just say Santa Claus, Maider? Did you just shoot down Santa?!" Ron pointed at his Servant, accusingly. His face conveyed the emotion of both shock and betrayal as he shook in fear. Destroying Santa Claus's sleigh would mean that Ron would forever be in the Naughty List, and being in the Naughty List would mean that all Ron gets for Christmas is coal, which is bad for Ron's lungs! The young man's night was ruined... unless...

"Hold on... if Santa Claus is dead, then that would mean we wouldn't end up in the Naughty List. Maider, I have a grim task for you, one that we can never tell dad or anyone else. I'm going to need you to go over to where Santa crashed and..." Ron gulped, a cold sweat running down his head, his hands clammy and pale.

"I need you to finish the job, Maider. Oh, and take his presents too! As a matter of fact, when you get there, let me know! I'll check it out myself through your really keen Maid eyes and see if we can get any good gifts in his sack of toys! Oh man, I really want a new set of Hot Wheelz..."

At an instant, Ron's facade changed from that of guilt to that of carefree happiness. He made his way back inside the manor, cradling a pile of waffle tacos and leaving the other half for Maider to either consume or leave out.

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_@Astarte

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Lew D.

Moniker: Lewis "Lew" Dysphoria

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 182 lbs.

Facade: Those who know Lew would best describe him as a "disgusting" individual. Obsessive and rather controlling, Lew has a tendency to take charge of any conflict he finds himself in, treating his fellow comrades as tools and deciding what's best for everyone in his party. Children especially are treated coldly, stemming from some sort of past trauma. It's this nature along with his strange interest in monsters that causes others to gravitate away from Lew.

Competence

Vibrance – E-
Gestalt – A+
Conformity – C
Physique – E-
Composure – A+

Skills & Equipment

Class: Thief

Skills

• Slip: Can easily dislocate bones to facilitate breaking free of grapples or getting into tight spaces.
• Cat Walk: Can passively move very quietly, though the effect is diminished in proportion to speed.
• Quickstep: Can switch one's run to rapid, small strides, enabling efficient movement in rougher terrain and unpredictable pathing.

Equipment

• Sling Staff: A hearty leather sling attached to the end of a 5-and-a-half-foot long staff meant for traveling and keeping big and scary monsters away. The sling can be detached for missions when carrying a staff is unwise.
• Sling Ammunition: Self-Explanatory. Lew carries two pouches of ammunition. One is for actual manufactured sling bullets while the other is for shiny rocks Lew finds along the way.
• Lengthened Dirk: A 27-inch thrusting dagger Lew keeps sheathed in a boot.
• Black Gambeson: A black, padded jacket, with significantly less padding in certain places to ensure mobility. Looks kind of like a cool biker jacket on Lew.
• Fur-Lined Black Cloak: A black cloak meant to blend into the night, lined with dark furs in the inside to keep warm. Lew likes to wear this cloak over his right arm because it looks real cool.

Fate/Lost Epoch

Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District

Sitting on the roof of his manor and watching the sunset with Maider, Ron smiled proudly as he looked at the results of his full day of preparation in his hand. The culmination of the skills he obtained from traveling the world at a young age... the creation of the "waffle taco." Waffles fried to a golden crisp, folded and filled with organically grown strawberries, home-made whipped cream, drizzled with with rich chocolate sauce, and topped with the best peanuts Tokiomi's money could buy. Such a snack was only proper for the 'strongest' Maider, after all. Overall, Ron was having a pretty swell day. He summoned the world's strongest Maider, finally got the house clean, sent his birds out to fly around, and even got to see some fireworks! As Ron looked at the nearly fading sun, a silly thought came to his head...

If Maider's feather duster can delete Sunny D stains, does this mean her vacuum cleaner can suck up the entire sun?

Ron shrugged, taking a bite of his waffle taco as he closed his eyes, entering a moment of bliss...

"Hey, Maider," Ron suddenly turned to his Servant, his mouth full, "You think-"

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

The Tohsaka heir looked up to the sky, his attention was quickly drawn to the red plane soaring through the sky, hidden in the clouds!

"Maider, look! That's a Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit, otherwise known as the 'Stealth Bomber', by Americans! That's the same kind of plane that the United States used to drop the nuclear bombs onto Akihabara in the Civil War!"

Wow... to see such a rare plane, too! Ron was very happy about how today was going, ignorant of the ramifications of an "American bomber jet" flying overhead would mean.

"What could it mean, Maider? Do you think they're giving us Christmas gifts? Isn't it a bit too early for Christmas, though..."

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_@Astarte

Fate/Lost Epoch

@Over Illusion@Astarte

Thanks for being my partners, guys.

Mortalion Academy: How to Slay a Demon

Unlimited Rocks Works

Name: Faber

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Discipline: Smith

Weapons: About eight knives, four short swords, two hammers, two hatchets, and one spear. It is important to note that every single one of these weapons all have small stones fixated onto their handles.

Armor: A long coat with a night infinite amount of pockets. Suitable for traveling.

Misc Items: A miniature anvil, a large backpack suitable for carrying ore, and two small bear traps.

Element: Earth

Skills:

Whetstone
Faber improves upon the tool he is wielding for a set amount of time, allowing him to "maximize" his tool's effectiveness temporarily. Swords become the sharpest they could possibly be, hammers achieve the perfect balance between weight and force, etc. Stronger tools allow for higher improvements, allowing even artifacts to shine their brightest. Currently at Faber's level, he is able to keep this skill active for a maximum of one minute per instance. It should be noted that rather than simply "sharpening a sword", this skill instead "raises the sword's existence to the peak of what it could reach."

Throw Rock
Faber throws a rock with a decent amount of force. A simple, but highly accurate projectile skill, its range depends entirely on the weight of the object being thrown as well as Faber's ability to lift it. In other words, large rocks such as boulders cannot be thrown with Faber's current level of strength. While the skill itself may first seem mediocre, Faber has learned of a way to "maximize" this skill by attaching unprocessed stones to his weapons.

Passive Abilities:

Creation
The primary blessing given to Smiths, the ability to create. Faber uses this ability mainly toward the creation of weapons and other tools of warfare, but has also dabbled in a bit of sewing in order to make himself clothes and other accessories designed to help him carry his tools around.

Weapon Mimicry
The ability to be trained in all matter of weapons so long as the wielder has created them with their own hands. However, such training cannot surpass natural mastery. Faber makes full use of this blessing by forging and utilizing a multitude of different weapons, in order to both vary his own fighting style as well as understand the techniques of his opponents.

Pack Mule
An ability that allows its user to carry a larger amount of tools without the worry of encumbrance through the maximization of space. Also increases the chance of successfully smuggling smaller weapons on one's person slightly. It is through this skill that Faber is able to carry large amounts of weapons on his person at any given time without looking the least bit tired. This is accomplished through a mixture of spatial awareness, upper body training, and the meticulous creation of many pockets.

Single-Minded Concentration
A superhuman degree of focus achieved by immersing one's self into a task. Faber is capable of raising his efficiency level to an insane degree, changing the result of "1" to "10". This ability is mostly made apparent in Faber's creation process, allowing him to craft an entire personal arsenal in the span of a few hours to an entire day. This ability can also be used to perform calculations or formulate plans quickly, but utilizing this ability in the midst of battle is ill-advised due to the amount of focus required to maintain it.

Personality:
The strong, silent type. Calm, efficient, and calculating, all that Faber really cares about is perfecting his craft and reaching the zenith of his Discipline. However, due to Faber's mentality, his idea of perfection is far different from the average Smith. Rather than aspiring to craft the greatest weapon, Faber's wish is to become a "living forge". In other words, a believer of quantity over quality. Wants friends, but has a hard time understanding others.

History:
Hailing from the Kingdom of Earth, Faber had never experienced the luxuries of the surface folk, not that it mattered much to him in the first place. Raised in a rather poor community, Faber learned from a very young age that every member of a community needs to do their part to keep it functioning. Whether it was gathering food or keeping watch, Faber always managed to keep his focus onto whatever specific task he has at hand. It was through this environment that Faber developed a strong work ethic and a desire to serve others. At some point during his early teens, Faber's skills with crafting was discovered, and soon he was assigned to crafting tools and traps.

One fateful day, a wandering Steelborn dwarf came across Faber's community and took notice of his skills as a craftsman. While Faber's creations were ""mediocre", they were still produced at a speed that was surprising to the dwarf. It was at that point that the dwarf realized that at some point, Faber had awakened his discipline as a "Smith". Believing that the boy had potential, the dwarf used his leverage to escort Faber out of Gerrich so he could develop his true potential in Mortalion Academy.

Fate/Lost Epoch

"Beantown", Shinto Town

"Ahh, I see that you are quite knowledgeable of even the most esoteric of Reman rituals!"

Gatekeeper smirked, raising a watering can given to him by his Master above his head as he began to pour the water onto himself. Being lightly showered with water in such a way was one of the many "rituals" Gatekeeper had taught his followers. How else was Gatekeeper supposed to keep his muscles glistening, after all? And to have a Master who would only sensibly provide such a commodity... Truly, this 'Jack' is full of welcoming surprises! To have such an intelligent and experienced magus act as his partner in this war for a wish was a great sign of things to come.

Of course, Gatekeeper's opinions of his Master were quite favorable from the start. It wasn't every day that Gatekeeper would be called out by name, something that Gatekeeper blames his bastard brother for. What's more surprising however was the fact that his Master knew of his older name. One that Gatekeeper had chosen to call himself during the inception of his kingdom, and one lost to antiquity. It was a name so ancient that Gatekeeper himself felt the need to answer such a call.

"Mr. Reme..." Gatekeeper uttered to himself once more, out of pride.

Gatekeeper was happy that Jack had held "Mr. Reme" highly, as having such a loyal subject was key to ensuring that his empire would truly prosper. What's more, his particular foundation of magecraft was highly suited for the cultivation of Remus's empire. What would have taken weeks to set up and properly established has easily been condensed to the span of a few days. Soon, victory would be in Gatekeeper's hands. In just a few days, Gatekeeper's own empire would be born anew... and it will shine brighter than even his bastard brother's little pet project.

"Oho, more citizens, then?" Gatekeeper raised an eyebrow as his Master began to introduce his "friends". Dropping the now empty watering can, Gatekeeper summoned forth a beautiful sword of divine origin, holding it in his hand as he raised it into the air.

"Rejoice, future citizens of Rema, and be bathed in the blessings of your new Emperor!"

Raising his free hand up, Gatekeeper sliced his palm open, allowing his deep red blood to spew forth like a monstrous wave of red, and to flow to each of the potted plants, bestowing them with various blessings. Cocking his head back, Gatekeeper laughed maniacally, howling his excitement much like a wolf.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME!"

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_{@Over Illusion}

Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District

Ron watched the summoning progress in awe, raising the bottle of Sunny D to his mouth once more. However, before he could actually drink from it, the powerful winds produced by the ritual blasted his bottle away, causing the orange juice to splatter all over his eyes! Egads, that really stings! Much to Ron's misfortune, he was unable to fully witness his Servant's summoning as he began to dry his eyes. It was only after the newly summoned Servant approached him and offered her hand out that Ron's vision was once again restored.

"E-eh?"

For a brief moment, Ron was confused at the Servant he manged to summoned. Was the Knight of the Sun always this small and girly? This was nothing at all what Ron's mental picture of Sir Gawain was! He was suspecting some sort of dignified gorilla wearing a two-piece suit... Perhaps there was a mistake? Perhaps the Knights of King Arthur were all magical girls, transforming into their true knightly form when the situation calls for it? No, none of this made sense... at least, until Ron's eyes adjusted once more, gazing at the large bow slung across his Servant's back.

"Ahh... it all makes sense now. Instead of summoning Butler, I had summoned... Maider! Yes, of course! Why else would you have a feather duster that large? Everyone knows it's maids that look more aesthetically pleasing with such things after all! Yes, yes... this is even better than I had originally planned!"

Crossing his arms and giving a thumbs up with his gauntleted hand, Ron silently praised his first small victory in a series of smaller victories he will experience during the duration of this ritual. The Tohsaka then looked 'Maider' right into the eye, this time with a more serious expression on his face.

"Ron Tohsaka. Second Owner of Fuyuki, and Host of the Holy Grail War. If it is you who has chosen to answer my call, then I am indeed your Master."

Ron held out his hand confidently, reaching to shake his Servant's own once more in order to seal their contract. As soon as he had felt his Servant shake back in agreement, his face would shift once more to the foolish boy that his Servant was first introduced to.

"Now, first order of business is... clean this mess up! Actually, make sure the entire manor is spotless! I'm sure you are able to do that with one of your abilities as 'Maider', yes? Dad would kill me if there was a huge mess when he comes back... oh, and don't worry about me for now. I'll be up here, preparing for the War! Just let me know when you are done~"

And with a wink, Ron was off to his own machinations... I-it wasn't too late to deny the contract now, right?

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_@Astarte

Fate/Lost Epoch

Tohsaka Manor, Foreign District, 7:00 AM

As the sound of his alarm clock blared into his ears, the Tohsaka heir slowly shook himself awake. All Ron wore for sleepwear was his favorite set of panda briefs along with his gauntlet for safety reasons. However, as his eyes adjusted to the trickling of sunlight pouring in his room, there was something that felt off about this morning. As soon as his vision was at least bearable enough, Ron picked up his alarm clock to check and see what the time was.

"Oh, woah... What's this?" Ron scratched his head, confusingly. Standing up from his bed, Ron pulled open his window shades, letting his skin absorb that glorious Vitamin D. As the sunlight trickled down his sinuous figure, Ron continue to have that off feeling. As a matter of fact, that feeling had only increased since then. Opening his window, Ron looked up to the sky, glaring at the sun with his own bare eyes.

"Hey, wait a minute... isn't it too early to be eight in the morning?"

Ron contemplated such an oddity for a moment, stroking his chin with a gauntleted hand as he began to make his way across his family home, scrutinizing all the clocks he came across. Soon, the conclusion that every single clock in the manor has been set back an hour early was made. While Ron would spend this extra time considering the possibility that the time cube was out of its proper position, he realized that this extra hour was important for him! It is the first day of the Holy Grail War, after all... and an extra hour of preparation surely is important for a magus, as well.

One hour has passed...

"Ah, all done!" Ron exclaimed as he wiped away the sweat from his brow, proud that he finally had the time to properly tie his shoes! Now that he's properly dressed for the occasion, sporting the uniform of a school he doesn't actually go to, Ron quickly made his way upstairs to the attic, quickly grabbing a bottle of Sunny D on the way. Ron didn't bother to make breakfast, as he had plans to summon his Servant as soon as possible today. Of course, trivial matters such as "breakfast" did not matter to Ron. Not while he was summoning Servant Butler.

The attic had already been prepared for the ritual, the circle being drawn the night before via Sharpie and traced over with gem dust, and the catalyst laying on a table right next to the circle. Ron picked up the summoning catalyst, gazing at it with awe... A piece of the Round Table, his father told him. When Ron learned of this information, he began to research every single Knight of the Round Table that was on Wikipedia until he finally stumbled on one that would make the perfect loyal butler for him!

Sir Gawain.

"Alright, I just need to put the catalyst in the center of the circle and-krrrrRRRRRRRRRRshKNNNNNNNwakkawakkawakka"

As soon as Ron took a swig of his Sunny D, he instantly spit it out, forgetting that he had just brushed his teeth minutes before. The unholy mixture of orange juice and toothpaste burned into Ron's tongue as he tried his best to wipe it off. Unfortunately, most of the Sunny D had been ejected all over his catalyst! Does that mean that his catalyst was ruined? As much as Ron wished to stress about it, he tried hard to make this summoning circle and got so far ahead as well, so in the end, it didn't really matter. He was summoning Servant Butler after all, so once the ritual was complete, he would simply ask his Servant to clean the mess that he made.

Yes, yes... everything was coming together. Ron placed the catalyst into the center of the circle before stepping back, placing his hand adorned with his command spells forward.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let my great Master Schweinorg be the ancestor
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate..."

Unbeknownst to Ron however, the spilling of the orange juice made another revelation... the "piece of the Round Table" was apparently painted over, the cursed runes engraved within it finally made apparent.

Made in China.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Pantry!"

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_@Astarte