Ijoyen

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Yukimura Sanada

(Southern Miyama, Riverside Cottage - Attic)

She had decided to wait. Without interrupting the man before her at all, she took in what he said. Her Lord for this war seemed like he was polite enough. He did not show any anger or a change of mood at the way she had tried to extract an answer from him. That was a good starting sign.

The talk of her gender though was a bit vexing. If anything, she didn’t like the reminder of how she was written down. Of course, there were reasons for that happening beyond them simply writing it incorrectly. Taking a moment, she moved forward before her Master, and actually put herself down on one knee, fist against the floor, looking downward. After all he was the Master, the Lord, in this relationship.

“Lord Ríos! First please forgive me. I had not meant to talk to you as I had, but sometimes I act first and think after. It’s an unfortunate habit. You do not need to be so cautious with me though. I would prefer we act on friendly terms if possible, but in this relationship, I am but the lance that you shall direct at your enemies. Thus, I would request you not be careful when talking with me. I am prepared for any complaints you may have or orders you may give. That is what it means to be a warrior under their Lord.”

Even if her Lords decisions would bring her to ruin, she would follow them if they were adamant and did not want to hear her opinion or compromise. Well so long as her personality didn’t interfere and she caused issues by not thinking about it.

“As for my identity, I am indeed Yukimura Sanada. If history has recorded my identity as that of a man, that would be because I had detested my gender and had often had people treat me as if I was one as well. The values of the time were very different. Thus, I had discarded them and instead tread down a path where others would treat and see me as a male warrior. I can promise I am a formidable warrior though. Any order you have I shall do to the best I can.”

Rather than lift her head up to look at David, the Lancer kept her head down, humiliated by her previous tone when she had spoken. It was completely her belief she had come off as full of herself and was already causing issues in their relationship of Master and Servant. Or as she preferred to think, Warrior and Lord.

It was a matter of the fact she was extremely embarrassed and didn’t want her Lord to see her no longer composed expression. That and she had every urge to speak much more casually. She wanted to simply talk with him as if they were friends, but she also had her own values from her time which would not allow her to do that. Being so informal could easily cause her to lose her life in such a situation if he took it the wrong way.

As well, from Lancers side she felt this display may help establish trust between them. That would be one of the factors she felt weighed most heavily in this war. If they could not trust each other, serving under him may become more difficult.

“If you have any questions for me now I shall also answer them if I can. Be it how I fight, what duties I can perform for you, or anything regarding my history. If you desire it, I shall tell you anything you want.”

This was what she was used to. The staggering difference between the Lord and the Warrior. Master and Servant. But due to her own hang up and passion to clear up the misunderstanding she felt she created, she also had not realized her own thoughts were going in circles, bringing her back to trying to fix the relationship every time she opened her mouth despite not having a response yet.

She finally become silent though, awaiting a single world from her Master. If he showed displeasure she felt as though she’d be more humiliated than anything though. Her hands felt a bit sweaty at the mere idea, and she felt her expression would slip into one of despair.

Lancer never could have known about the issues running through the man’s head in contrast to the ones running through her own.

If she had known though she may have tried to re-assure him. She had no issues with how he had spoken, nor with what he knew of her. It was only natural after all. History had recorded her in a way that pleased her rather than made her upset. It may be due to the difference between the eras, but it still had her happy on the inside.

@Breo

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Ooh. Well either way I had fun with it! It's good writing practice and it's always nice to test your own writing ability to see if you can get it out!

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Okay that's really cool. I'll keep it in mind. Nice nice. Also dear god trying to match you @Breo is tough. Been awhile since I had to do a long RP type post. Fun!

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Lancer, Yukimura Sanada

Quickly the hero was formed, to stand there before the one who arranged the process. But appearing within that circle of blood was not what one would normally expect if they knew the name of the one who stood there. Normally one would think of a man when they heard the name Yukimura Sanada. Due to the way modern stories unfolded, the usual idea was a hot blooded young man with dark hair, wielding one or two spears. Dressed in the signature red that they were known for, talking loudly and moving with a heat to their actions.

But standing there was nothing of the sort. Instead it was a young woman with long black hair that turned a fiery red close to the ends, and rather than let it sit normally it was tied up into a ponytail that spread out behind her back. Holding that ponytail up was a white ribbon, or so it appeared. Rather it was a white headband that also was tied around to the front of her forehead, hiding underneath the black turning red bangs resting there.

Peering at the man from her own spot with two dark red eyes the girl shifted. The height of the girl was luckily not obvious at first glance. If anything, it had to range within the area of five foot two to five foot four. The expression the Hero gave him was now cold. A questioning sort of look, as it came together.

She raised her hands before her face, taking a moment to open and close them as it made sense. Her thoughts drifted to the Holy Grail War, and her own placement here. Truly this meant her actions had been remembered. Her mark on history had succeeded or failed well enough to be remembered even to this day. As well the modern era was different from her own.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly examined herself while she had the chance too. She wasn’t going to keep the Magus waiting long, but she did need a moment after all. It was an unusual experience to become a Servant after all. Her body was skinnier than she liked, but that wasn’t any different from before. A thin agile body could be a good thing, though it did make it harder to show off any form of strength using muscle or take pride in one’s bodily development.

Her black top clung to the upper half of her torso, leaving the stomach and arms free, as the rest armor piece on top was secure, holding the cords that kept her shoulder pads in place as well. The bands on her arms were secure, holding on with the red guard over her right forearm was present. She noted her socks were uneven as one went up to her thigh while the other only stopped on her shin, but didn’t make much of it as her focus was on the red footwear under them.

And lastly was confirming her skirt. Black with a white line, the front showing but the back hidden by the long red cloth that bore the symbol of her clan, metal piece at the top with the guard over the front. At the center and top were the six coins that she was familiar with.

Having confirmed herself, she looked up to the man who was likely going to claim to be her Master. Her emotions were running wild as she considered it already. She was going to be at war once more, this time with the greatest legends that surpassed her own. Those who were truly heroic and had earned their right to be household names all over the world.

Heart rate increasing, she took a deep breath before speaking. It had to be perfect after all, but with no hesitation. She wanted someone reliable and that she could count on in this war. But most of all, she wanted someone who would direct her accordingly. No matter what though she had been called, and she would obey the person standing before her if he was indeed the one who was giving her this chance.

“I am the Servant Lancer! I have answered your call! Would you be the one claiming the honor of calling yourself my Lord?”

And immediately she felt like she had messed up. If anything she had meant to ask if he was her master in a less formal manner. And only now had she taken in the surroundings of the attic. Most of all she had only taken in something at that moment. She felt stronger than she should be. Perhaps it was due to this being her home country, or perhaps she was more powerful than she had realized. But either way that had not been expected.

Mostly though she was worried now that she came off somewhat overconfident in herself. Too late to change her words though, she followed up by pointing strongly at the man who stood before her, arm at her side, while displaying a serious expression that was to convey the intention that she would not forgive him if he was an enemy instead.

@Breo

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@Breo Sure why not! Every Master is so interesting so I couldn't pick anyway, was waiting for someone to possibly approach. Plus it means the War can start more so

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It means you may need to prepare for intense JUSTICE

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And meanwhile I'm here thinking literally every master is really cool and have no idea who to ask XD.

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My Top 4 Candidates for Lorelei's servant are these (in no special order):

- Yukimura Sanada @Ijoyen

- Hugues de Payens @Asuras

- Odysseus @Cu Chulainn

-Rostam @Beloss

@Holy Grail

Aw. Flattering to know someone has an interest in Yukimura.

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No clue but no matter what it'll be fun! Super excited though. Can't help but be excited.

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They also create tons of memes in the process