@ItMeGritty I'm afraid it doesn't look that way. Assuming @ManyThings and @1Charak2 are still around, and still intent on taking Lancer and Berserker, respectively, they're filling up the last spots... That's also why the RP is set to Full, rather than Apply, right now.
"I'm aware it's far from a complete plan, I merely figured I'd state the possibility. Ideally, I'd like to avoid fighting in a forest, but I'm well aware of the advantage it may offer to others."
Jeanne merely nodded at Aksha and Orson's objection, it wouldn't be her first- or main plan, either. She'd keep it as a solid plan C, though, or as a countermeasure, if the forest was part of an enemy servant's noble phantasm. Sadly, they lacked any such concrete information, which complicated the matter severely, much to her frustration. C'est la vie. Jeanne resigned, and stood up to follow as people began to leave the director's room. Though no plan had really been discussed yet, they'd more than likely come up with one after the summoning, or perhaps when they arrived at the village... Better sooner than later, though. Once they arrived at the village it couldn't possibly be long before they were noticed.
On their way to the large hall, an elderly man in a black tuxedo came over to the group. He gave a slight bow and wordlessly extended his arms, a large, rectangular satchel held in his hands. Jeanne took it and gave an approving nod to the man, smiling a bit as she praised him on a job well done. "Good work as always, James. Tell the family I'll be away for a while, again... On business, this time." It was a simple command, and once Jeanne was finished, the man, James apparently, bowed again and began his walk back outside. He wasn't a very talkative servant, but apparently he did his job well. And, with her catalyst now in her hands, Jeanne too was ready for the summoning ritual.
Once they'd arrived at the hall, Jeanne took a moment to take in the sight of the large summoning circles, and to appreciate the sound of a piano, which she hadn't heard in longer than she'd like to admit. As the piano suddenly fell quiet, Jeanne snapped back to reality, just in time to watch the first summoning rituals be performed. Confidently, she stepped forward to another one of the circles. She was done with introductions, so Monica and Mr. King's introductions were inconsequential to her right now. She'd remember their names, but summoning her servant would come first. She removed the satchel from the rectangular object within, a manuscript from the looks of it, and put the book in the circle, then took a step back. As if second nature, Jeanne began chanting. Her voice wasn't particularly quieter or louder than it had been before, instead keeping the same, regal tone as the words flowed from her mouth, coming quickly and easily.
"Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation, Let white be the color I pay tribute to. 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... Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again. Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.
Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your blade. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."
A good moment of silence followed, and Jeanne grew a little worried. Was it possible she had misspoken? ...Just as soon as she accepted the possibility, another flux of power coursed through the air, which left Jeanne recoiling. She'd been prepared for it earlier, but when doubt set in, she'd lowered her guard. Still, unfortunate as getting blasted in the face with a strong wind is, it did mean she had been successful in her summoning after all. She wasn't the first present to successfully summon a servant, nor would she be the last, but it filled her with a little pride all the same... Then doubt came back. Instead of the monstrous man she'd expected to summon, was a scrawny-looking man in neat clothing. While this man was probably the same as the one she'd tried to summon, it would have to be the other half, and even then Jeanne had expected him to be a little more... buffed up. He didn't look like a fighter at all.
In the same way Jeanne had been observing the servant she'd summoned, her servant was observing her. Before Jeanne had completed evaluating her summoning process, her servant sighed, already having reached a conclusion. "Assassin, huh? ...I see, so that's how it is. Are you to be my master?" Surprised at Assassin's seeming disappointment, Jeanne merely nodded, after which Assassin continued. "I must apologize to you then, master. I'm Assassin, yet I'm no murderer, unlike him... And I must confess I'd rather not let him take the reins." As Assassin stated his woes, Jeanne's couldn't help but show some concern. "So you won't kill?" "No." Assassin's answer was quick and resolute, which was unfortunate, but not entirely unexpected. "Even if my life depends on it?" This, Assassin didn't have a quick answer to, but his doubts were written plainly on his face. "I understand your objections, but I will have no choice but to rely on you in the future, so please at least consider it." Assassin didn't verbally respond, but his troubled expression did nothing to hide the fact he had heard her and was thinking on her words. If push came to shove Jeanne could always use a command seal, but that'd be both inefficient and extremely unfair towards Assassin, so if there was a way this could at all be avoided, that'd be the desirable outcome.
Jeanne listened intently to the discussion between Joachim and Director Orson, she was no expert on wounds, so their guesses were as good as hers... Probably better, even. She took quick mental notes about the key points of the conversation; The wounds were irregular, so probably caused either by several different entities, or alternatively a random application of extreme force... Then there was the matter of allies. The Branfords' son was likely in cahoots with the greys, and the greys themselves seemed quite skilled in manipulating other people's minds, which was a little worrisome. What could you trust if not yourself, after all? ...Luckily, or perhaps sadly, Jeanne was a skilled pyromancer first and foremost. She couldn't do too much about illusions... Not without a lot of preparation at least, but she could deal with forests quite well. Not to mention that if it wasn't natural, people probably wouldn't miss it right?
"So there's probably either a berserker waiting in this forest, or an entire pack of something I'd rather not tangle with... Still, if we're willing to abandon a bit of subtlety, we could just burn the forest down and smoke out whatever is inside."
It was... Quite a bold suggestion, though perhaps that was expected from a pyromancer. She didn't honestly think people would agree with this plan, either, but as her late father had thought her; it was better to have a plan and not need it, than it was to need a plan and not have one... Or in a layman's terms; it was better to speak up. Much to Jeanne's irritation at this point, another person entered in the middle of her sentence. She waited a moment for another round of introduction, but when luckily none seemed to come, she gave a quick nod to the man, and settled for stating her name instead of doing the full spiel again.
"Jeanne-Marie Edevane, or Joan-mary if you'd prefer. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
@Protean Pair I made the changes, and had a buddy of mine draft a picture for the rabbit. If this is all good, shall I post the CS in the Char tab?
Appearance: Miyako is a moderately tall girl, standing at 5'10" tall in her new form, excluding the ears, that is. She has white hair with a soft-pink undertone to it, which reaches all the way down to her lower back. She's got a nice figure, like she'd always wished for when she was alive, but is now learning that a body like this is works quite differently from her old body. Her legs have shifted to be the tiniest bit rabbit-like, the change is not drastic enough to be visibly different, but it does put a hop in her step.
Personality: Miyako is a bubbly young woman, who tackles problems in the only way she knows; directly. She's by no means dumb, but her excitable nature often leads her to make reckless decisions and careless mistakes, only when adrenaline is racing through her veins she gets truly focused. Worse yet is that she's absolutely incorrigible. She is aware that she often causes others to worry, yet no matter how much others berate her for it, she wouldn't give up her antics for anything... Well there may be something, but if there is she hasn't found it yet.
Being ever-cheerful as she is, even as she's about to do some downright crazy things, Miyako has often served as a source of inspiration for those around her. Admittedly, she's occasionally crashed and burned immediately after declaring she'd pull of something crazy, so those who know her for extended periods of time often come to the conclusion that she's foolish, rather than inspiring. Despite the inevitable failures, Miyako actually quite often succeeded at whatever crazy stunt she'd said she'd pull, and she'd have felt more alive than ever while she did it.
There are times however, that even Miyako knows she can't or shouldn't do certain things, and though her parents were quite tolerant of her shenanigans, they still had expectations she needed to meet. As such, through repetition, arguments and many hours spent grounded, Miyako learned this the hard way.
Background: Miyako was born in Kyoto, in a shrine by the countryside. Naturally, she wasn't aware back when it happened, but according to her mother, the woman who maintained the shrine was also a maternity nurse and a friend of the family. Miyako was a small baby all things considered, but she was a healthy one, and she was born without any complications. Similarly, her early childhood was also without complications. She was taught how to walk and talk, went to kindergarten, made some friends and more often than not she came home with leaves in her hair and mud on her hands. Sometimes, she'd also have a bruise or a scrape from tying to run to fast and tripping. Elementary school too was much of the same, playing, learning and getting into trouble with her friends.
It was in high school that Miyako found something to channel her excess energy into; the track club. The competitive and physically intensive nature of the sport made it a great environment for her. As a result of her newfound interest, Miyako spent even less time on homework, causing her grades to plummet. It only took her to bomb a few tests for her parents to step in. Through semi-peaceful negotiations with her parents, being grounded and receiving a lot of help from her friends, Miyako managed to pull her grades back up and graduate high school with acceptable grades.
After graduation, Miyako enrolled at a small university on the outskirts of Osaka. Luckily, one of her friends also enrolled here, so she wasn't entirely on her own in terms of studying. Another development occured on the track front as well. The track club at the university offered a supplement that her high school hadn't offered; pole vaulting. While retaining everything she liked about track, it had the added bonus of sending a rush of adrenaline through her vein with every jump, causing her to quickly be smitten with the sport. While her life after that continued similarly to how it had in high school, being a mix of studying, training and making trouble, she was actually beginning to calm down as she grew more mature. She was still highly energetic, but with even more time going into sport and studies, she started doing fewer crazy stunts.
Eventually, during her second year in university, Miyako was caught by a cruel stroke of irony, an accident that would end her life prematurely. She lost her life not while trying to do something crazy, like her parents had told her would one day be the death of her, but due to a faulty piece of equipment. Nearing the end of a day of practice, Miyako made what would become her last jump, as her vaulting pole snapped clean in half underneath the repeated strain.
It wasn't gravity that killed her, though. The fall itself had merely left her dazed, with a concussion and some broken bones at worst. While unaware of it herself at first, Miyako had been impaled on the broken pole. After the fall, she struggled to her feet, only to be thwarted by a sharp pain in her gut and a sudden dizziness. Looking down at the source of the pain, Miyako saw a sight she didn't quite comprehend in her dazed state; her white shirt was covered in a red stain, just like the ground underneath her, and her vaulting pole seemed to stand on its own... A few moments passed and the red stains only seemed to slowly grow, until the realization hit her, and she threw up.
After that came panic. Her senses once more grew aware of the commotion around her, the noise was overwhelming, people shouting, some running, quick hushed words of panicked students mixed with words of others, trying to comfort these panicked students, unable to do anything else. Then, one voice pierced the din, they were speaking to her, but Miyako couldn't comprehend. Her heart was racing, beating so hard it nearly burst out of her chest, and no matter how she tried to focus on the voice, she just couldn't figure out what they were saying or even who it belonged to. She felt someone touch her and another sting of pain came. She wanted to scream, but her voice was stuck in her throat, she expected to be hit with another wave of dizziness, but was instead caught by a sudden blackness, and an almost comforting silence.
Miyako never woke up after that. Despite her teacher's best attempts to stabilize her until the paramedics arrived, despite the ambulence driver's haste and despite the doctors' best efforts, Miyako died that day. Even if she hadn't died of bloodloss, she would've died as a result of shock. Miyako was cremated within the week, and a ceremony followed two weeks after the event.
The Stairway to Heaven You can jump off from any surface, be it tangible or intangible. However, this only allows momentary contact.
Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog You can summon a demon beast, but its just a rabbit. It's intelligent and can understand human/demi-human and beast languages. You can freely communicate with it.
The holy sword Excarrotbur The ability to create carrots. They'll appear grasped in your hand and will have standard features in terms of taste and size.
Quirks and Perks:
Enhanced Strength (Legs)
Enhanced Speed (Reaction)
(Poverty strikes again!)
Appearance: In life, Miyako used to be a short girl with black hair and a petite figure. At her tallest she was 5'1", ever so slightly below the national average. While she often wished she were taller and more feminine-looking, her transformation still came as a shock. While admittedly she had grown, it had been quite a shock to find a pair of functional, sensitive rabbit ears atop her head.
Appearing ever so slightly different from a normal rabbit, and with the rabbit's bold claims about being a demon, the first thing that came to Miyako's mind was the rabbit from a movie she'd watched during english class. As this creature was technically unnamed however, Miyako took the liberty of giving the creature a name so she could more easily call on it... Despite the apparently demonic nature of the beast, Miyako was quickly sold on the name Pyonsuke, derived from pyonpyon, or hopping. He then failed to convince her to choose a different name, and let his loyalty be bought with carrots.
@Protean Pair Steady hands/Precision would mostly be an increase in... Well, precision, it's not so much overall dexterity, but more the ability to quickly aim for small areas, as with pole vaulting whereby you must place the pole on the ground at the right place and time whilst running as fast as you can, in order to be able to jump properly. I wouldn't expect a big boost out of this, little more than steady hands, since she'd only have had a year and a few months to practice.
I suppose the flexibility would be more like someone who does yoga. Though I was thinking of how rabbits were flexible rather, which has to do with their spines beind a rather long. Again, I don't expect much out of this either, just some slight improvements in the ability to stretch and twist. I believe limber would be the word for it.
Now, a few questions pertaining these gifts, which I dig, by the way; 1a. Does the jumping mean I can jump on clouds, were I to somehow get up there? 1b. What kind of intangible surfaces would I be looking to jump off of? Are you at liberty to give examples? 2a. Does the demon rabbit look demonic, if no, can it? 2b. Does the demon rabbit eat only carrots or does it also eat meat and flesh? 2c. Will I be RPing the rabbit myself, or would you? I'm cool either way, but I figured it'd be useful to know. 3. Does it cost anything to create these carrots, like do I give up some of the nutrients in my body to create them, do I magically steal them from a farm without knowing, or do they really just magically appear?
As a side note to the sentitive ears, I meant to refer to the physical aspect of the ears, rather than the hearing part, she'd already have Keen Hearing for that part, after all.