Double D

Fate/Dark Heritage

First Night, Kyoto Forest

Interacting With: @Digmata
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A small sigh of relief escaped from Samira as the light shifted.

The pillar of blue light that stretched to the sky turned to a brilliant gold as it began to condense into the form her Servant would take. Only to suddenly turn violet and transform into strands. Taken aback, Samira took a single step back as it suddenly formed a cacoon where the circle lay.

Her mind began to race as she watched the cacoon begin to unravel. Whatever servant she summoned had to have some connection to insects. Perhaps a being who was insectile in their form? Her mind went back through all the legends and myths she could think of relating to insects. Several came to mind, from North America and the rest of the world. She couldn't say who exactly it was until they appeared.

Then they did appear, and she was at a loss again. Her servant's attire was surprisingly modern, and not what she expected. An eyebrow rose as she spoke of the modern world and the gods, which was the first solid clue she had to their identity.

Not that she had to wait long. At Arachne's name, her other eyebrow rose. There was a glimmer in her eyes as she activated her Master's Perception, reviewing the threads that made up her servant's abilities even as she spoke.

"I must admit, I did not expect to summon you, Caster. I expected either a figure of my homeland or a figure of this land. You are far from either."

Not that she would complain about this result. Arachne was an incredibly famous figure, and that naturally came with a significant amount of power. Her abilities seemed far more nuanced than raw physical strength. A small burst of feeling came from one of the fossils that jangled at her hip, and she reached down to tap it gently.

Not now Thunder, not now.

"My name is Samira Rainwright, Medicine Woman, Magus, and Master in this Grail War. It's a pleasure to meet you, Caster, regardless of my expectations. This shrine was the best place to perform this summoning and to use as my base of operations. Native beliefs align well with my magecraft, it was easy to set up the bounded field, and it's remote. Figured I should address any complaints you might have about the fact it's a shrine before they could be aired."

That was going to be an interesting problem. Samira was frankly put, a religious woman. It was a religion that her people would understand partly, and only she fully understood herself. Yet she was religious in some way. When paired up with a woman who hated the gods... that could be a problem.

Fate/Dark Heritage

First Night, Kyoto Forest

Interacting With: [@Digimata]
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Kyoto was a beautiful city.

It would be an amazing place to set down roots once she won.

Fragrant steam wafted up from her coffee cup, filling her nose with the smell of coffee, chocolate, and cream. There was an excellent view of the city from her spot on one of the hills surrounding Kyoto. Spread out in a tapestry of intersecting streets, it didn't have the skyscrapers that dominated the skyline of so many modern bustling cities. Yet it still glittered and glowed like so many of them.

A breeze flowed past her, turning the wisps of steam into a long ribbon. The trees around her rustled with the sound, mixing with the natural ambiance of the forest at night. It wasn't the wide open plains of her home. Yet that didn't matter in the end. There was nothing back in America for the Rainwrights, but stagnation and death. Their future was here in Kyoto, with her victory in this War.

She took a sip of the vibrant blend in her cup. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste. When she lived here, that coffee shop was to be a regular destination. To win this war, however, she needed a servant. Opening her eyes again, she put a hand against the step she had been sitting on and pushed herself up. Dusting the seat of her pants off, she turned to climb up the steps she'd sat down on.

All the preparation had been done before she had gone to get herself a coffee. Sneaking in at night was child's play. Setting up a simple bounded field to keep people away was a little more complicated. Luckily Shinto had spiritual beliefs that were at least somewhat in line with her magecraft. Reaching the top, she passed under the torii that marked the beginning of the shrine proper.

It was as if she had entered another world. The torii was meant to represent the transition from the mundane to the sacred. A distinct line that separated the inside and the outside. It was the perfect place to begin her bounded field. The faint smell of incense filled the, despite only a few sticks being lit along the outer edge of the field. Placed at the foot of the shrine itself, a bundle of rice cakes was made as an offering to the Kami.

It was inscribed into the stone tiles at the center of the shrine's courtyard. A circle drawn from specially prepared herbs, the finely ground leaves forming an intricate pattern on the ground. It didn't matter what she used to draw the circle, only that she used something of value. It wasn't entirely foreign to her, the base principles were something she was familiar with. The symbols, the layout, the manner, that was what was foreign to her; just like this land.

A small sigh escaped her as she took another sip of her coffee. Looking over the circle one last time, if there was a fault, she saw none. Even if she got something minor wrong, it wouldn't change the result. It was mostly handled by the Grail anyway. Stepping off to the side for a moment, she placed her coffee cup down on one of the stone benches that surrounded the courtyard. Reaching into one of her pockets, she dug out a small wooden box.

Flipping the top open, she'd pluck out a single hand-rolled cigarette. Moving back towards the circle, she dug out a small silver lighter. A flame lit up the shrine as she struck the ignition. Lighting the cigarette before closing the top, she brought the cigarette to her lips and breathed in deeply. The smoke filled her lungs. In her mind, a familiar mantra echoed.

Creator of All, Grant Me Power.

As she exhaled, the prayer flowed out of her, and power flowed into its place.

The cores scattered throughout her body began to spin, and circuits raced through her to connect them. Od was converted into Magical Energy, and that small bit was sent into the tip of the cigarette in between her fingers. The faintly burning end ignited with a blue flame. Holding it out above the magic circle, she tapped it.

"Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill, Fill."

Five glowing blue embers fell. They landed on the bottom of the magical circle. For a second it seemed as if they would simply fade. Before the herbs ignited. Blue fire blazed along the lines of herbs, lighting the shrine in a brilliant cerulean blaze. Shifting her stance, she pointed her left hand towards the blaze. The faint smudges on the back of her hand showed her the path she had to walk.

"Let it be repeated five times, and each broken once filled."

"Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."

Mana was converted into Magical Energy as it flowed into the circle, a searing pain glowing on the back of her right hand. Yet the pain was something every Magus lived with. Every circuit burned through her body, and she ignored it. To practice Magecraft was to walk with death. She poured more magical energy into the circle, her voice echoing through the shrine.

"Let my people be my ancestors."

"Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall."

"Close the four cardinal gates."

"Come out from the crown."

"Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom."

The blaze grew larger and brighter. Magical energy was gathered in the tornado of blue fire that had formed in the center of the shrine. Reaching higher and higher towards the sky. A call was sent out into the beyond. From both the Grail and the Magus, seeking out one who could answer the siren's call of a Grail War. One who would match the spirit of this particular Magus.

"I shall declare here."

"Your body shall serve under me."

"My fate shall be with your sword."

"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail."

"If you will submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!"

It was no longer fire. Pure magical energy swirled in a vortex. Something forming in the heart. The Spirit that answered her call manifested into the world. The wind grew stronger, sending the trees rustling and incense smoke flying. Even her coffee cup shook on its bench across the courtyard. Shifting her foot for a better grip, she pressed onwards.

"I shall declare here."

"Your body shall serve under me."

"My fate shall be with your sword."

"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail."

"If you will submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!"

There was no doubt in her heart. There was no second thoughts in her head. There was no option for her beyond one. She must win this war. She must succeed. The Rainwrights must claim Kyoto as their Spiritual Ground. If her family was to have a future, then they must make it here. She must make it here. Even as the wind sent her hair streaming behind her, she brought her cigarette to her lips. Breathing in again, another prayer escaped with the smoke.

Creator of All, Grant me Strength

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!"

Fate/Dark Heritage

Everybody do the Dinosaur

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Name: Samira Rainwright
Age: 28
Alias: Sammy, Doctor Rainwright
Title: Lady Cretaceous

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 136 lbs

Backstories & Personalities

Family Backstory:
The Rainwrights once upon a time were an important family. Once upon a time, they were a proud family of medicine men and women among the Crow Nation in what would become Montana. That was before the settlers came. That was before the Crow were forced into a reservation. That was before the foundation of their beliefs was slowly being eroded as their numbers were whittled away.

The Rainwrights were forced to adapt. They took on the name Rainwright and joined the wider world's magus society. They took a sacred relic of their family and converted it into a crest. Transforming their craft from its traditional form into something new. Even if it was not their tradition, they knew they could not continue as before. Any scrap of power they could get their hands on was grabbed.

Yet they would be unable to find much of anything in the North American continent. They floundered, unable to find their niche among the many magus that called the continent home. The few generations that existed in this new paradigm managed to fill their crest with what knowledge they retained from their past. Yet it wasn't until their fifth heir that things changed.

Personal Backstory:
Samira Rainwright was an exceptional child even at birth. Some thought they were finally blessed, some thought they got lucky. It mattered little, what mattered was that while she had a low number of circuits, her quality was higher than any short of their ancient past. They needed her, and so she was treated as a savior for the family.

She was raised from birth to understand their craft as deeply as possible, slowly transferring their magic crest across her childhood. Knowing what they had lost from their past. Being told how much they needed to try and reclaim. She got started on that task rather young, undergoing a ritual from her people's past. A Vision Quest.

Traveling far from civilization, she'd starve and dehydrate herself while praying in the wilderness. In a trance she would wander through the barren expanse of Montana, searching for something. As she searched through her people's ancestral lands she would follow signs only she saw. Eventually coming to a cliff-side, she would dig into it before pulling out a massive foot-long fossilized tooth.

Claiming it as her own in the tradition of the Crow people, she'd return to the Rainwright family with a new niche for them to exploit. As well as a new fascination that would engulf her. Dinosaurs. Something that the Crow had already discovered in their past, and could easily be added to the foundation they had already set up.

As she grew up, she balanced herself between both the mundane and the spiritual. Going through the process to get herself a paleontology degree and began to join mundane digs. Writing papers on the possibilities of fossils in the use of thaumaturgy for the Clocktower. One such paper even got her accepted for four years in General Fundamentals. Unsurprisingly joining the Department of Archaeology after those four years.

Yet she did not get the respect she thought she deserved. Their foundation was shaky, not yet stabilized by age, and they lacked their spiritual land. So when she heard of the Grail War happening in Kyoto, she packed her bags. The Grail would be nice, but she was after that land!

Personality:
Samira has a chip on her shoulder. Though some might say it's more along the lines of a boulder. The woman constantly seeks the respect she believes she deserves. Embittered by believing herself looked down upon by those older and loftier families. Viewing Magus society as a ladder that she must climb, that isn't to say she doesn't have friends. There are those she genuinely enjoys being around back in the Archaeological Department, where the politics of the rest of the Clocktower matters little. As long as they don't get in her way.

She is extremely passionate about what she cares about, similar to many magi. Whether that be the traditions of her people, the fossils she collects, or whatever random interest she has. It's incredibly easy to get her talking, and hard to stop her once she's set herself on a path. Whether she has to push past something or break through something, it matters little to her. If they are in her way, they are something she will deal with. Nothing matters more than her getting the task done.

Magecraft & Skills

Magical Circuit Quantity: D
Magical Circuit Quality: B+
Composition: Normal
Alignment: Earth

Magecraft: General Fundamentals
Arguably more so than any other Rainwright, Samira is the most traditionally trained magus in the family's history. Having managed to gain access to the Clocktower through a theoretical paper on how to utilize dinosaur fossils in the alignment of grand rituals to communicate with the land. There she learned about the standard topics that are taught, including but not limited to Bounded Fields, Ley Lines, Sympathetic and Contagious Magecraft, Magic Circuits, Magic Crests, and Reinforcement. While not her specialty like some, she's no idiot.

Magecraft: Curse-Arts
What the Clocktower classifies as curse arts are to Samira the traditional medicinal arts of her people, taught to her by her ancestors. Though it has been somewhat warped over time as time has passed and the Crow's foundation has been eroded. It's not her specialty, it is something she knows enough to utilize. The purview of creating medicines and potions, of exorcising unwanted spirits from an area, or even cursing someone via various methods.

In particular, she utilizes hand-made cigarettes to help activate her circuits and support her magecraft. Among the Crow, it is believed that the smoke from tobacco helps carry prayers to the Creator.

Magecraft: Baaxpée (Crow Spiritual Evocation)
Baaxpée roughly translates to "power transcending the ordinary", and is the term the Crow used to describe the abilities their medicine men were granted. To the Clocktower, it's just another form of Spiritual Evocation.

Baaxpée is not something considered inherent to an individual, but rather being granted to them by a spirit, called a Iilápxe. Each spirit is different, and the abilities that come from them are different as well. Samira in particular is mostly attuned to spirits tied to the Earth in some way or another and makes deals with them mostly. She transfers her magical energy to them in exchange for accessing their abilities and powers.

Mystic Code: Cretaceous Xapáaliias (Relics of Ancient Beasts)
Translating roughly to 'medicine', Xapáaliia is an object tied to a particular spirit. It is formed after a ritual in which a Crow seeks out a spirit to serve as their patron, becoming known as their "Medicine Father". It's meant to serve as a conduit through which one can channel and maintain their Baaxpée. While this concept has lost much of its previous Mystery due to the erosion of the Crow foundation, Samira found a workaround.

In a similar way to how Gemstones were stained by long contact with Nature Spirits, Fossils undergo significant changes. Rather than being changed by the spirits they encounter, Fossils tend to warp spirits around them. Their natural mystery serves as a conduit and magnet for nameless spirits seeking identity. Where Gemstones "accumulate thoughts" of their owners and imprison flow, Fossils "warp thoughts" and bend flow around themselves.

By tracking down fossils and converting them into Xapáaliia, Samira can use their mystery and power to create new "Medicine Fathers", spirits attached to the items themselves that allow her to call upon them more easily. In turn, the fossils grant these spirits a greater measure of power than they would have had as shapeless entities that simply floated through the world unseen. A mutually beneficial relationship between the two of them.

Of course, tracking down dinosaur fossils that she can use has proven somewhat difficult. At the moment, she is only in possession of four Xapáaliia, which are as follows:

Thunder (Tyrannosaurus Fang): The first fossil she found and what started her down this path. Thunder lives up to the title of "Tyrant-Lizard King", being the far most demanding of any of the spirits that accompany her. Requiring more magical energy than most, Samira maintains a special connection with Thunder nonetheless. A large part of her personality can be attributed to his guidance.

Bulwark (Triceratops Horn): The second fossil she found, Bulwark has proven a steady and reliable ally in her pocket. Butting heads regularly with Thunder in terms of what Samira does, they are the defense to Thunder's offense, as well as the grounding force that keeps Samira realistic. Though sometimes, his 'grounding presence' can be described more as 'ornery stubbornness'.

Feather (Utahraptor Talon): The third fossil she collected, Feather has proven to be a menace compared to the others. The smallest in terms of raw presence, Feather's energetic and erratic personality always keeps Samira guessing what the spirit might want. Frequently, Thunder and Bulwark simply want her to disregard or get rid of Feather. Yet their abilities cannot be ignored.

Shoal (Plesiosaur Vertebrae): The fourth fossil she's converted into a Xapáaliia, and the newest to the group. Shoal was added as more of a specialty option in her kit, with him being more aligned to water than the earth she's used to. His isolated and gloomy personality confuses her sometimes, but she has yet to see any signs he is against her or any of the other medicine fathers.

Each of these rather large fossils is kept on her person at all times, tucked away into her belt. To the public, she pretends that they are replicas she keeps on hand to help teach about her passion. Any magus would be able to tell that there was something more special about them at a glance from the aura they carry. At the least, they're more durable than your standard fossil.

Skill: Paleology
Despite how obvious it is, it bears saying that Samira is considered a first-class paleontologist with all the necessary credentials, including a PhD in the subject. She is somewhat famous in the field for her discoveries, though also somewhat infamous for certain people being certain that she's stolen fossils for her collection. Even if they can never prove it, it's true. At the least, her well of knowledge is high, and she tends to be able to get into academic institutes with her credentials.

Skill: Multi-Lingual
Having traveled all across the world for her work, she's been forced to learn several languages to a conversational level. While she's most fluent in English and Crow, she's able to read and speak in Japanese and Spanish, while able to somewhat speak and understand Russian and Chinese as well.

Equipment:
Preparing for this expedition to Kyoto, she's packed only the bare essentials for her stay. A suitcase of clothes, enough money to last her a week or two, a laptop, a smartphone, and resources to help with any rituals she may need to perform.

Fate/Dark Heritage

Everybody do the Dinosaur

Image

Name: Samira Rainwright
Age: 28
Alias: Sammy, Doctor Rainwright
Title: Lady Cretaceous

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 136 lbs

Backstories & Personalities

Family Backstory:
The Rainwrights once upon a time were an important family. Once upon a time, they were a proud family of medicine men and women among the Crow Nation in what would become Montana. That was before the settlers came. That was before the Crow were forced into a reservation. That was before the foundation of their beliefs was slowly being eroded as their numbers were whittled away.

The Rainwrights were forced to adapt. They took on the name Rainwright and joined the wider world's magus society. They took a sacred relic of their family and converted it into a crest. Transforming their craft from its traditional form into something new. Even if it was not their tradition, they knew they could not continue as before. Any scrap of power they could get their hands on was grabbed.

Yet they would be unable to find much of anything in the North American continent. They floundered, unable to find their niche among the many magus that called the continent home. The few generations that existed in this new paradigm managed to fill their crest with what knowledge they retained from their past. Yet it wasn't until their fifth heir that things changed.

Personal Backstory:
Samira Rainwright was an exceptional child even at birth. Some thought they were finally blessed, some thought they got lucky. It mattered little, what mattered was that while she had a low number of circuits, her quality was higher than any short of their ancient past. They needed her, and so she was treated as a savior for the family.

She was raised from birth to understand their craft as deeply as possible, slowly transferring their magic crest across her childhood. Knowing what they had lost from their past. Being told how much they needed to try and reclaim. She got started on that task rather young, undergoing a ritual from her people's past. A Vision Quest.

Traveling far from civilization, she'd starve and dehydrate herself while praying in the wilderness. In a trance she would wander through the barren expanse of Montana, searching for something. As she searched through her people's ancestral lands she would follow signs only she saw. Eventually coming to a cliff-side, she would dig into it before pulling out a massive foot-long fossilized tooth.

Claiming it as her own in the tradition of the Crow people, she'd return to the Rainwright family with a new niche for them to exploit. As well as a new fascination that would engulf her. Dinosaurs. Something that the Crow had already discovered in their past, and could easily be added to the foundation they had already set up.

As she grew up, she balanced herself between both the mundane and the spiritual. Going through the process to get herself a paleontology degree and began to join mundane digs. Writing papers on the possibilities of fossils in the use of thaumaturgy for the Clocktower. One such paper even got her accepted for four years in General Fundamentals. Unsurprisingly joining the Department of Archaeology after those four years.

Yet she did not get the respect she thought she deserved. Their foundation was shaky, not yet stabilized by age, and they lacked their spiritual land. So when she heard of the Grail War happening in Kyoto, she packed her bags. The Grail would be nice, but she was after that land!

Personality:
Samira has a chip on her shoulder. Though some might say it's more along the lines of a boulder. The woman constantly seeks the respect she believes she deserves. Embittered by believing herself looked down upon by those older and loftier families. Viewing Magus society as a ladder that she must climb, that isn't to say she doesn't have friends. There are those she genuinely enjoys being around back in the Archaeological Department, where the politics of the rest of the Clocktower matters little. As long as they don't get in her way.

She is extremely passionate about what she cares about, similar to many magi. Whether that be the traditions of her people, the fossils she collects, or whatever random interest she has. It's incredibly easy to get her talking, and hard to stop her once she's set herself on a path. Whether she has to push past something or break through something, it matters little to her. If they are in her way, they are something she will deal with. Nothing matters more than her getting the task done.

Magecraft & Skills

Magical Circuit Quantity: D
Magical Circuit Quality: B+
Composition: Normal
Alignment: Earth

Magecraft: General Fundamentals
Arguably more so than any other Rainwright, Samira is the most traditionally trained magus in the family's history. Having managed to gain access to the Clocktower through a theoretical paper on how to utilize dinosaur fossils in the alignment of grand rituals to communicate with the land. There she learned about the standard topics that are taught, including but not limited to Bounded Fields, Ley Lines, Sympathetic and Contagious Magecraft, Magic Circuits, Magic Crests, and Reinforcement. While not her specialty like some, she's no idiot.

Magecraft: Curse-Arts
What the Clocktower classifies as curse arts are to Samira the traditional medicinal arts of her people, taught to her by her ancestors. Though it has been somewhat warped over time as time has passed and the Crow's foundation has been eroded. It's not her specialty, it is something she knows enough to utilize. The purview of creating medicines and potions, of exorcising unwanted spirits from an area, or even cursing someone via various methods.

In particular, she utilizes hand-made cigarettes to help activate her circuits and support her magecraft. Among the Crow, it is believed that the smoke from tobacco helps carry prayers to the Creator.

Magecraft: Baaxpée (Crow Spiritual Evocation)
Baaxpée roughly translates to "power transcending the ordinary", and is the term the Crow used to describe the abilities their medicine men were granted. To the Clocktower, it's just another form of Spiritual Evocation.

Baaxpée is not something considered inherent to an individual, but rather being granted to them by a spirit, called a Iilápxe. Each spirit is different, and the abilities that come from them are different as well. Samira in particular is mostly attuned to spirits tied to the Earth in some way or another and makes deals with them mostly. She transfers her magical energy to them in exchange for accessing their abilities and powers.

Mystic Code: Cretaceous Xapáaliias (Relics of Ancient Beasts)
Translating roughly to 'medicine', Xapáaliia is an object tied to a particular spirit. It is formed after a ritual in which a Crow seeks out a spirit to serve as their patron, becoming known as their "Medicine Father". It's meant to serve as a conduit through which one can channel and maintain their Baaxpée. While this concept has lost much of its previous Mystery due to the erosion of the Crow foundation, Samira found a workaround.

In a similar way to how Gemstones were stained by long contact with Nature Spirits, Fossils undergo significant changes. Rather than being changed by the spirits they encounter, Fossils tend to warp spirits around them. Their natural mystery serves as a conduit and magnet for nameless spirits seeking identity. Where Gemstones "accumulate thoughts" of their owners and imprison flow, Fossils "warp thoughts" and bend flow around themselves.

By tracking down fossils and converting them into Xapáaliia, Samira can use their mystery and power to create new "Medicine Fathers", spirits attached to the items themselves that allow her to call upon them more easily. In turn, the fossils grant these spirits a greater measure of power than they would have had as shapeless entities that simply floated through the world unseen. A mutually beneficial relationship between the two of them.

Of course, tracking down dinosaur fossils that she can use has proven somewhat difficult. At the moment, she is only in possession of four Xapáaliia, which are as follows:

Thunder (Tyrannosaurus Fang): The first fossil she found and what started her down this path. Thunder lives up to the title of "Tyrant-Lizard King", being the far most demanding of any of the spirits that accompany her. Requiring more magical energy than most, Samira maintains a special connection with Thunder nonetheless. A large part of her personality can be attributed to his guidance.

Bulwark (Triceratops Horn): The second fossil she found, Bulwark has proven a steady and reliable ally in her pocket. Butting heads regularly with Thunder in terms of what Samira does, they are the defense to Thunder's offense, as well as the grounding force that keeps Samira realistic. Though sometimes, his 'grounding presence' can be described more as 'ornery stubbornness'.

Feather (Utahraptor Talon): The third fossil she collected, Feather has proven to be a menace compared to the others. The smallest in terms of raw presence, Feather's energetic and erratic personality always keeps Samira guessing what the spirit might want. Frequently, Thunder and Bulwark simply want her to disregard or get rid of Feather. Yet their abilities cannot be ignored.

Shoal (Plesiosaur Vertebrae): The fourth fossil she's converted into a Xapáaliia, and the newest to the group. Shoal was added as more of a specialty option in her kit, with him being more aligned to water than the earth she's used to. His isolated and gloomy personality confuses her sometimes, but she has yet to see any signs he is against her or any of the other medicine fathers.

Each of these rather large fossils is kept on her person at all times, tucked away into her belt. To the public, she pretends that they are replicas she keeps on hand to help teach about her passion. Any magus would be able to tell that there was something more special about them at a glance from the aura they carry. At the least, they're more durable than your standard fossil.

Skill: Paleology
Despite how obvious it is, it bears saying that Samira is considered a first-class paleontologist with all the necessary credentials, including a PhD in the subject. She is somewhat famous in the field for her discoveries, though also somewhat infamous for certain people being certain that she's stolen fossils for her collection. Even if they can never prove it, it's true. At the least, her well of knowledge is high, and she tends to be able to get into academic institutes with her credentials.

Skill: Multi-Lingual
Having traveled all across the world for her work, she's been forced to learn several languages to a conversational level. While she's most fluent in English and Crow, she's able to read and speak in Japanese and Spanish, while able to somewhat speak and understand Russian and Chinese as well.

Equipment:
Preparing for this expedition to Kyoto, she's packed only the bare essentials for her stay. A suitcase of clothes, enough money to last her a week or two, a laptop, a smartphone, and resources to help with any rituals she may need to perform.

Fate/Dark Heritage - A Nasuverse RP looking for a GM and Players!

Eh. Been a while since a Fate Forum RP. Might as well say interest. Probably won't be busy by the time this starts. Hopefully.

Fate/Iliou Persis

_{Somewhere in the hotel}

Saber looked at the woman and blinked before clapping at her expense, it truly was impressive what her master could do and it never ceases to amaze her. A big smile brushed across her face as she took another look at Thaelia, even she had trouble looking through the disguise. It maybe a simple spell but it seems to be very effective.

"I am staring too much, come then we go ride to have this burger, just saying it sounds odd but tasty." She patted her stomach and continued walking but the part about leaving the hotel made her stop in her tracks and mood shifted. Hervor was told to stay in the hotel to not reveal herself to the public because who knows who is watching nowadays, but as soon as the thought of finally getting to be in a battle with another servant crossed her mind, a smile slowly grew on her face. She turned to Thaelia and nodded at her.

"Today we feast!" She exclaimed, raising her fist in the air, she wrapped her arm around Thaelia once again and started walking a bit quicker to get out of the hotel, "We ride this motorcyle of yours, I can ride, I am positive my riding skills apply to even modern machines like what we see now."

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Interactions:

@KatKook

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Thaleia
Elevator/Lobby/Garage

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If there was something she was not expecting from the giant of a woman, clapping was not it. It made her jump slightly, even as she turned to stare at Hervor. Her eyes turned to look at her, and saw that massive smile on her face. Her face lit up scarlet and she ducked her head in embarrassment. If there was one thing she was not good with, it was attention.

Nodding her head a bit as she said she was staring too much, she frankly was staring a touch too much for her liking. It was one thing if it was mother, an ancient hero from history was an entirely different matter! Hurrying along slightly as the elevator deposited them on the first floor to try and hide her embarrassed blush, it took a moment for her to realize Hervor had stopped. Turning about to stare at the woman, she blinked a couple times as she watched the emotions on her face shift... Why was she getting a bad feeling about this?

Jumping slightly as she got an arm wrapped around her by the frankly amazonian woman, she started getting hurried out of the hotel. Her blush was definitely not going away any time soon, was it? "W-Wait, you're g-going the wrong direction. W-We're heading t-to the garage, not the front doors!" She jabbed a finger towards a pair of doors off to the side of the main lobby, and thus began to get them in the right direction. It wasn't too far to the Garage, though they did wind up having to go down some steps.

Eventually though, she managed to guide Hervor to her motorcycle. A modern piece of machinery, black, orange, and white emblazoned across the fancy motorcycle. "I-It's a KTM 1290 Super D-Duke... Mother g-got it for me as a birthday g-gift last year, did her own mod-difications on it as well... Said I-I deserved only th-the best if I was g-gonna ride. S-So... helmets are in the b-bags at the b-back."

Fate/Iliou Persis

"Impressive!" Hervor let out after watching her transform, she was now much shorter than before but that is fine with her, as long as Hervor could still tell who she was it is no matter. Hervor understood that normal people would go completely mental at the sight of Thaleia's original form so the precautionary measure of a transformation.

"Ah! It is no worries! I understand that normal people would be shocked to see all of what we are doing out in the open." As barbaric as Hervor is, she still has quite the insight on humanity which made her such a good candidate on this war. "But if it were up to me, I prefer your original form." With that Hervor ended with a smile and was lead to the elevator.

As they entered the elevator, Hervor still was not used to it, it was her second time on an elevator and the feeling in the stomach made her lower her stance a little in defence. She blinked and stood up straight after realising she was in no danger and carried on, trying to not make a fool of herself in front of Thaleia.

"Yes! Food! Upon our arrival here, I saw a sign that said Triple meat monster beef angus burger and that has been in my mind ever since. What is that?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning her back against the back side of the elevator. Modern food is truly going to blow Hervor's mind.

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Thaleia
Elevator

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Her head bobbed up and down in response to the compliment, though she actually was the same height. She was just, by nature, kind of short. There was one certain thing about the illusion, something she actually didn't know Christina had put in. Partly because she wanted it to be accurate, and partly because she wanted to mess with her daughter. She was not fully capable of blushing, and this meant she was going to be blushing... alot. "I-It's something Mother made. P-Partly an illusion, partly a spell to not pay too much attention. E-Easier to do a mixture of the two, than just go for a stronger version of one of the two effects."

Blinking rapidly as Hervor spoke in understanding, she blushed even harder at the... was it a direct or indirect compliment? It sounded like an indirect one, but that smile made her think that it definitely had to be a direct compliment. Probably better to just not mention it. Walking after Hervor, she slipped into the elevator beside her and pressed the button for the first floor, tucking her hands against skirt afterwards. She didn't want to look at Hervor until her blush died down, and thus missed the fact that she had shifted at all. She only turned to look at her once she spoke up again.

Tripe meat monster beef angus burger... What in the world... OH! Ooooooh, there was a couple restaurants on the way to the hotel they passed. She must have seen an advertisement one had up for something they were offering. Well, she was thinking primarily of the cafe, but if the servant wanted something more substantial... "W-Well, it's a burger. A patty formed of ground up meat, in th-this case a type of beef. I-I assume the term triple meat means three patties, and monster means it's very large. W-We'll have to leave the hotel, but if you want one, w-we could head to the restaurant and get you one? E-Even if we don't take the car, there's always my motorcycle..."

Fate/Iliou Persis

As Hervor looked down at her feisty master she could not help but smile, she had gone through the same feeling before, it is completely normal to be that agitated at Tyrfing. Hervor would know.

"I have been trying to longer than anyone master." She replied, still cracking the smile since it did not concern her anymore, she stopped questioning Tyrfing long ago since she really did not care what Tyrfing did as long as it got done what she wanted. She shrugged and looked over at Thaleia and nodded at her.

"I'll take up that offer, lead the way." said Hervor, moving to Thaleia's side and wrapping her arm around her shoulder, "Show me the place then! I would like to know more about how hotels here are." She then basically started pushing Thaleia with her out the door to give Christine the space she needed as quick as possible. Hervor knows what frustration is like, as a raider she has had her ups and downs which meant frustration was normal.

Whatever, at least Thaleia is significantly more pleasant to be around with.

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Christine Herphae & Thaleia
Their room in the hotel/hotel hallway

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Christina fixed Hervor with a glare for a few moments before letting out a shout of frustration and going over to a wall, banging her head against it once. After that, she just settled back into her general ranting and raving. The wall came out worse than her head, if the dent said anything about it. Thaleia just let out a small sigh at the sight. She was going to have to fix that later. Quirking an eyebrow at Hervor, she let out a little eep as that beefy arm wrapped around her shoulder. There was a bit of a wide eyed look to her, and if she could blush, she would be blushing. "A-Ah, um, well... I-I'll be happy to show you around, Saber!"

Her eyes darted to the door and she realized she had forgotten to do something! Her hands came together, her fingers touching a small band of gold on one of her rings. She twisted it about her fingers three times in rapid succession, a small phrase escaping her metallic lips. Hervor could likely feel a small flow of mana surround Thaleia, as her form wavered for a bit. For Hervor, it was easy to see through the illusion, but if she tried not to, she'd find Thaleia looking... like a regular human. Where once was a woman of the purest metals, now stood a short woman. Hair the same style as before, simply actual blond hair, blue eyed, with a long sleeved white blouse and a sunny yellow skirt. Glancing up at Hervor, she gave a nervous laugh as they exited the room. "N-Not supposed to head out without the illusion... N-Normal people would f-freak if they saw me."

Glancing both ways down the hall, she motioned for her to follow as she started walking towards the elevators. Honestly, now that she actually had to do it, she had... no idea where to start! Great, just great. Literally guiding a legendary hero out of myth, and she had no idea where to start. Maybe... food! Food is always nice. "S-Soooo... W-Wanna get some food first Saber? I-It'll take us through a fair b-bit of the hotel, and y-you can see what modern food is like."

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Yao Ying Xi,
Her room in the mansion

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A small golden cat was placed carefully onto the small table. It was not truly made of gold, nor was it a design that one would think of as Chinese or even Asian. All that mattered was that it was a close enough symbol for good flow of chi. No longer did her room stink of stagnant chi, or felt tumultuous from it being fast flowing, it now was a pleasant stream. Inhaling, she stepped into the center of the room, and moved her body. The shape of her room, her movements, and the sun's position. With a snap of her fist, a small controlled puff of flame came out.

Her ever present smile widened.

"Ah, Saber. Did you find a good spot?" Ying Xi spoke through telepathy with her servant. She took but a single step outside her door before being bombarded by the mansion's odd flow. "Before that, do you know of the sun and moon mirrors? The square and round bowls you're holding will give you a clue."

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Saber of the Sea
The Mansion Courtyard

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"I like to believe that I have master, thought it may not meet your expectations. I am not familiar enough with your practices to really understand what makes a good spot or not." And she meant it. The courtyard was well maintained, with well kept plants strategically placed in between the winding paths. Now, this might be personal bias, but she particularly liked a small bench and table besides the pond out here. Setting the two mirrors aside, she stared at them for a moment as her master asked the question.

The two silver bowls were exactly as described, one being a square shape, the other being round. Almost entirely plain besides the symbols of the sun and the moon on their interiors, she stared at them for a couple moments. Maybe... yin and yang? The Chinese loved talking about the yin and yang. Thinking for another moment, she waved a hand towards the bowls, expending a small amount of magical energy. Seemingly forming from nothing inside the bowls, pure fresh water formed, filling them to exactly the brim, perfectly reflecting the sky above. "I'm going to guess it has something to do with the yin and yang, Master?"

Fate/Iliou Persis

"Tell me," Her eyes first moved to Thaleia but then to her master, "You're not happy with me? No no... It is clearly not that..." Hervor continued, her face continued to get more smug, it was like she was toying with her master but that was not the case, she is really just like this. "You're not happy with this." Said Hervor, her sword appeared in her hand seemingly out of nowhere still in its scabbard. "Share your woes with me." She practically demanded it.

Hervor wanted to win, she liked her master, she is feisty and filled with a burning passion which Hervor has a large amount of respect for.

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Christine Herphae & Thaleia
Their room in the hotel

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Thaleia blinked a bit as Hervor spoke, having to tilt her head backwards a bit to look the towering giant of a woman in the eye... Okay, she had no clue what to say here. How in the world does someone start explaining the modern world to someone... Well, Mother did, so she would probably be able to due it. But she still hadn't learned everything about everything yet, so how in the world was she going to do it! So lost in thought on what to do, she didn't actually really notice Hervor inspecting her, or leave to go to the window. She only noticed Hervor had left when she spoke up again, jumping slightly and looking at her.

Christine turned as she was addressed by her Servant, squinting at her for a moment... She wanted to punch her. Despite the fact that she'd more than likely break her hand on her face, at that moment, she wanted to punch her in that smug grin. Gritting her teeth, she jabbed a finger at that DAMN sword! "Oh I'll share my woes with you! Out of all the servants I could have summoned, I got one of the small selection with a CURSED weapon! Meaning that no, I cannot study the damn thing! Can't take notes, can't even see the thing! Half of the reason I was excited about this war was the fact I'd likely get to study some items from the Age of the Gods! Do you REALIZE how valuable that kind of information would be?!"

She proceeded to descend into a lengthy technical rant about how Mystic Codes had declined over time, and why being able to study something like her sword would be so valuable. Thaleia took a step up besides Hervor, letting out a small sigh and looking up at the towering woman again... Really was kind of intimidating being next to her. "S-Sorry about Mother, she is rather... passionate about her work. She'll get over it eventually, but for now, she's gonna be ranting for a while. I-If you want, we could see if any of the other members of the team are about? O-Or at least check out the area, see where everything is?"