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Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

It was not often that one had the catalyst for a saint. Less so during a grail war. As Ivory began to wave the words of magic binding a servant from the throne of heroes, traces of energy began to flare along her arms and hands, an intricate system of magical servants that were aglow with a soft, blue light. They coalesced and wound their way to her spread out palms, the sensation warm to the touch and almost feverishly hot as the magic reached its crescendo. As she spoke the last few words of the summoning incantation, the energy within her flashed out in a silent roar of magic and filled the room with a blinding white light. And yet as suddenly as the magical energy came into existence, it focused and formed into a figure. Motes of light then scattered from the form, dancing in the air for a brief moment before fading out altogether, dying with a grace almost unheard of. In the center of the pentagram stood a figure, petite, yet Striking. Barely over five inches in height, she was a beautiful woman clad in steel and draped in a violet cape, her blonde hair intricately woven into a braided ponytail . With a blade at her side, and one hand holding up a flag colored white, and with gold trimming and decoration. For a moment, her bright blue eyes looked around, eventually resting upon her hand, and then upon the other woman in the room. I am Ruler class Jeanne Darc. Ah... She gave a brief pause. This is a grail war, is it not? Normally A ruler class does not answer the call of a grail war. How strange. Are you my master then? She asked, giving a gracious bow as her cape slightly parted, showing off a hint of her rather buxom chest as she dipped, only to rise up and smile at her master.
Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

Cest'mainfique. The woman said upon hearing who this servant was looking at the moment she appeared in the circle, using a French word, and testing if the petite but proud girl before her understood her words. Before she let her own figure draw close examining the woman from head to toe. Ivory is a taller girl by comparison, and despite having the most normal of life style for a girl her age. Had to admit that she could work a bit harder at the whole being slender thing, still, the American Magus flashes a warm smile. No Grail this time dear D'Arc. It was nice she had an idea of who she was summoning, and some of the pre'requirsites. As it stood though, she wasn't going to give a huge amount of information. I am Ivory Herriman, and you my dear have been selected in fine detail, to be my servant, for the Grand Opening of the Grand Pantheon Academy, a school for Magus like myself, where those with the greatest of skills at handling their magic prowess gather, and are schooled and taught by some of the most renowned magus from various families, and now. She collects Jeann D'Arc's hand in her own the girls hand were tiny for a warrior, and it was clear that her hands were also stronger then Ivory's own. You are my ticket to getting into that school. Ivory smiled, looking at her hand the command seals were not on her hand in truth, they had to be given to her by the head master at the Grand Pantheon Academy. She was just happy, and looking all over Jeann with a big old smile. Plus! With a Ruler class Servant on my side, I am sure to make it into the top class. As she comes close her hands rub all over Jeann's petite almost untouched body, as it was so slender and well put together. Strange to think your just a French Common Girl turned to Saint, your figure's so nice I am real jealous. Ivory was an actively promiscuous girl, and it showed she was happy to touch the body of this Young Saint. Hands even going so far as the boobs, and groping them unashamedly.
Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

No grail war? Then how was I summoned? The living saint asked, her tone taking a more curious demeanor as she seemed to ponder on the question. Especially as a ruler, something like this normally shouldnt be possible. Ivory. It is a pleasure to meet you nonetheless. If I am to be your servant, then know that I will bring you victory in whatever trails we are to face together. Standing a little over 5 feet, the knightly woman seemed far too dainty to be a warrior, but despite that she showed her strength as her hand took Ivorys with a rather firm though not forceful grip. Even the weakest servant could easily be ten times as strong as a man, afterall. Ah, will everyone else have a servant as well? Conflict would seem inevitable with so many other servants around. As the saint no longer stood to attention, she relaxed, at least until she felt her masters hands rather avidly exploring her body. Ivory Mistress, this is... The woman flushed, clearly unused to such physical activity. This is probably not the best use of a servant, do you not agree? Perhaps not, as the buxom young woman gave a surprised gasp, her hands soon covering her rather buxom chest as she looked away.
Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

Ivory pulled back, as she laughs. Seeing the Saint guarding her sanctity. True, we must be getting ready for our flight tomorrow. She flashed a smile. We have to go to a different country its in Italy I believe. Ivory walked back, and motioned Jeann to follow her. The apartment needed being put back together specially the living room. Come help me get the living room back together. She righted her couch over the pentagram, and moved to make sure everything was to her degree back together. Your allowed the couch when you sleep for tomorrow, I understand this is all in a hurry. She looks to Jeann, the girl was small, and yet very adorable, the sort of girl you wanted to protect, and yet, corrupt at the same time. It was fun to note she probably died a virgin, and she maintained her saintly hood. As Ivory nods. Yes, there will be risk of conflict at the Academy, you know how it is, even with out a grail, some servants can be dangerous, and if their masters can't control them, well, someone has to be ready to put them down. She grins, Also, you can borrow a change of clothes from my old clothes over there, I can imagine Berserker servants we will definitely have some trouble with. And if there's a good chance for a magus to get full of themselves. So I wager its wise to have a servant, after all the Holy Grail isn't the only reason for conflict that can arise among Magus. As she moved the kitchen table back into place, she looks to Jeann with a warm smile. You are willing to protect me should trouble arise yes?
Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

As Ivory pulled back, Jeanne recovered some dignity as she straightened her clothing out, taking a slow and steady breath. Italy, I know of it. I will be ready and in something more appropriate for travel come morning. I do not need to sleep, master. But, if you prefer I can get some rest anyway. Setting her flag aside, she began to help set things right. She needed no help in lifting the heavier objects, and her smaller stature seemed to be little problem to her as far as that went. No, I understand. Some servants can be dangerous regardless of the situation. Know this, master. I will never allow anyone to harm the one who summoned me. I will defend you to my dying breath. She spoke resolutely and honestly, her smile only widening for a moment before she helped to finish cleaning the room. Are you not tired? Most are after a summoning, from what I know. Surely it would do you well to get some rest for now? The concern in her accented voice was palpable, as even if she had been somewhat groped and fondled, she was a woman who concerned herself with the wellbeing of others. As everything was put back into place, she looked back to her flag before it suddenly vanished, she could summon it again when necessary, but otherwise she was content to be at ease. But as far as defense goes, know this... I have two noble phantasms. My flag, and, my sword. My flag, I can fight with readily. My blade... She trailed off, looking to the sword upon her hip. If I draw this, I will be consumed by fire, and I will go back to the throne. It was a weapon of great power, but it came at the most absolute cost to her. I pray using it is never necessary.
Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

Fret not, I will ask you to keep the sword of yours sheathed fully and only draw it when my life is in absolute critical danger, other wise I will forbid you to use your sword, regardless of the situation. Ivory smiled, Well yes, I am quite tired, tis late at night, and I am looking forward to getting a good nights sleep so early in the morning I can be up, and ready to get on the flight tomorrow. She laid some blankets and sheets on the couch for Jeann, flashing her a warm smile. Also be sure to keep your weapons concealed in some form while in a civilian zone, I do not wish to hide you, and you appear normal enough to be able to pass for a normal girl so long as we squeeze your petite little frame into some modern clothes. Ivory settled down a suit case for Jeann so she can put her armor and stuff inside. I will have this stuff concealed though so when we go through Airport customs no one will know a thing. She created from magic what looked like a civilian ID, so she could go through the airport and everything, on the ID a false name was printed, Jeann Austin. A simple pull on her name, but it be better then civilians knowing her as Jeann De'Arc. A pillow is propped onto the couch, and a smile widens along Ivory's face. If you do not want to sleep by yourself of course for the night, my bedroom is right there. She was teasing Jeann, as she points to hers. Before beginning to unbutton her shirt and throw it off. Yawning, Well with all things done needing to be explained, shall we prepare for tomorrow night, I wager your life as a farm girl in Medieval France, getting up early should be easy for you, so mind waking me up around 6 to be sure we can get down to the airport come tomorrow?
Thread: Fate/B (Saber and Lilly)

Understood. I would only willingly draw my blade if your life were in danger beyond that which I could normally deal with. She spoke calmly for a moment. Letting her mistress guide her for a few moments, she nodded. Do not worry. I can dismiss my weapons at will, alongside my armor. We need no special accommodations for either. Though I would need a civilian outfit so as to have something. She replied, trailing off for a moment. Looking the ID over, she held it in one hand as she looked it over, giving a small nod. Yes, I can let others know this is me, then. Worry not, Master. As she spoke, she placed the card on a nearby table, quickly smiling back to Ivory. I regret that if I get some rest, it would be best if I were to do son on the couch for now. If you are tired, get some rest. Morning comes soon, and with it lots of travel I am sure, is that not right? Her words were soft but assuring, meant to convey a powerful charisma without being forceful. Ill rouse you around six, do not worry. We will be off come the morning sun!
Thread: how strange love is || bear & rskde

If there was anything worse than starting a new school year, it was starting a new school year somewhere completely different. At just 17, her parents had uprooted her life in a way that lead to absolute tragedy. Sure, Cassidy understood why her parents had to move in order to get more money, but she couldn't fathom why her father wouldn't work from home...At home. Where the snow was several feet deep and her friends were the people she had grown up with. But no. They had moved to Florida, where the weather was perpetually hot and the people were strangers. High school may as well have been a death sentence for a girl whose new nickname was the chubby new kid. At her tender age, Cass had gained a roundness in her belly and face that made her... An easy target, to say the least. She'd gotten used to the rude picking at home, but the new environment here... Her cheeks were hot all the time and she had new tormentors to deal with. One day, she promised herself, one day she would lose all the weight and show them she could be just as beautiful as she was on the inside. Instead, she settled for letting her personality shine through - despite the barriers that were around her and the change in everything she had known, Cass was a child of love and life. She was friendly, optimistic, and painfully sweet. Her optimism was almost painful as she struggled through the day, doing her best not to cry as she found herself sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria. She'd heard the whispers about her plate having food becuase god forbid someone eat, she should just starve herself, and the way people looked at her only made her heart sink further. She was alone. Except, there was someone else that sat alone too, a young man that looked every bit as dejected as she was. Now was the time when she could sit in her own morose attitude and mope about the sorrows of life...Or be a beacon of light to someone else. She gathered her plate and approached him, tapping his shoulder gently. Hi... I'm Cass... Can I sit with you?
Thread: how strange love is || bear & rskde

At a young age, Ryan had found himself particularly emotional. He never really found his passion to be social situations, in fact he tended to avoid them far more than welcoming them. This made him a sort of hermit, always staying in his room to play games on his laptop, never participating in any after school activities.. Always alone. Nobody really ever talked to him unless they had to, which for the most part was to get him to do their homework or to bully him like some of the students had taken to doing. It was small, pitiful, but painful nicknames that followed him through the halls of school. He wears a thick pair of glasses that had named him the childish nickname 'Four eyes', or just 'nerd' which happened to be the only true name, as he was a massive nerd for things like video games and the books that he normally toted around school. He almost always wore jeans and a t-shirt, never anything expensive or worn, just average looking clothes. He didn't seem to care about his outward experience, it was sad to say but he had experienced so much bullying that it hardly even fazed him anymore, as if he had gotten used to being constantly made fun of. His eyes that his glasses magnified were a light hazel, small specks of green scattered throughout the inside of his iris. He had black hair that was cut short and well trimmed, he was very skinny and only stood at 5'9, though while he was sitting he was obviously shorter. His features are handsome but obscured by his glasses, making it hard to see the rest of the pale skin of his face. Because of his dejection, he didn't hear gossip or rumors, nor did he hear that a new student had arrived in school.. Not that he would care considering they would probably never even see him sitting alone at his table in the cafeteria. All things considered, he had sat in the bathroom during his Freshman year.. So a lunch table was certainly a step up. The food on the plate in front of him was untouched, his eyes glued to the hard-cover book sitting in his lap, his eyes glazed over as they scanned the pages for adventures that he knew he would never experience, for entertaining stories and fantastical worlds that he knew he would never be able to live in. But at least he could dream. He was in the middle of turning the page when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumps, as if expecting an ambush and turns his head to look over his shoulder, almost in fear. He hears her words and his eyebrows furrow together lightly, as if he didn't understand why she would want to sit next to him. Ryan didn't recognize her, she must've been new.. For someone who didn't participate in social situations, he happened to know the faces of his classmates. Um.. Sure. He tries to smile, but he was obviously really awkward. I'm.. I'm Ryan, it's nice to meet you. He says to her while slipping a finger to the top of his page and gently folding the page into a dog ear before closing the book. Are you new here? He asks her while his eyes scanned over her face, searching for any recognizable features.
Thread: how strange love is || bear & rskde

The signs of a life lived alone were all apparent once she made the first contact, from the way he jumped as if he were under attack and the panic in his eyes at first. Her heart panged with sympathy and she almost wanted to reach out to envelope him in her arms. Thankfully, she withheld. Instead, she offered him a tender smile that was reserved for those that needed all of her tenderness. He hadn't touched his meal, she noted, and had instead been ears-deep in a book that looked... Almost as thick as his glasses. Even still, he didn't seem to be a harmful person, simply pushed to the side much as she had been. She makes every move deliberately, taking a seat next to him as she set down her plate. It wasn't full, almost obviously so. She'd felt people's eyes watching her as she'd taken the items she wanted and felt their stares as if she filled it she would be labeled a pig that couldn't put down the fork. Instead of eating, she turned to him, I am, yeah, She said, trying to peek over and see the title of his book. I just started today... What's your excuse? She joked, offering a light smile. Just because they were loners didn't mean there wasnt' a reason for it. He was obviously someone quite used to being alone, though he was sweet enough seeming she couldn't fathom why people wouldn't find him at least endearing if nothing else. But she was also a painful optimist.
Thread: how strange love is || bear & rskde

He bites the inside of his cheek when she sits down, his eyes scanned over her food and he also noticed that she hadn't really touched her food, just like him. He didn't eat very often considering that he didn't do much physical activity and therefore did not need much energy to keep himself going through the day. He pretty much just packed his lunch so that nobody would ask him any questions. Ryan listens to her question and chuckles quietly, his fingers awkwardly moving over the cover of his book, as if trying to keep it clean. The title of the book read 'The Enemy' by Charlie Higson and had an image of an apocalyptic London on it, it was obviously a book that did not take place in their world. My excuse? He asks quietly. Well, I sit alone because nobody around here really likes me, unless they are pressuring me into doing their homework for them. His shoulders raise in an automatic shrug as he taps his books, his eyes unable to meet hers as he was unused to these situations. The bullies probably already found you, right? He asks her while blinking and looking to her. You don't have to starve yourself just because they think you're something that your not. He says to her while gently laying his book on the table. He had to be careful about where he placed his book, it often didn't leave his lap because a bully had once stolen once of his books to torment him with its destruction. Because of his parents not really being there for him, he was unable to convince them to buy him a new copy.. Which forced him to make the money himself and buy one. The school administration really wasn't even there to help, and even if they were they would give the bully's a slap on the wrist rather than an actual punishment for their actions. I don't really have any friends. Ryan explains to her. Talking to other people is.. Weird, and often painful. He says. It's normally not worth it. His hand goes to his plate, taking a grape and placing it in his mouth, chewing it for a solid five seconds longer than it needed to be chewed before swallowing it. His hand returns to his lap before raising to his face to push his glasses from the tip of his nose to the bridge, they were ill-fitting, indicating damage to their exterior but also that they were old and had gone a year or two without replacement. He often had to purposefully break his glasses to get his parents to get him a new pair, and even when he did get a new pair, the constant physical torment that he received was often degrading to his eye wear.
Thread: how strange love is || bear & rskde

The way he talked wasn't demeaning, but it was... Very matter-of-fact. He didn't sound depressed when he mentioned the bullies in the school, almost as if it were too much of a hassle to actually confront the problem than it was to just endure it. He looked like someone that had been through hell and back and was still doing their best to tread water. When someone else was drowning, it was in her nature to be the one to throw a life preserver And so she did. She smiled, wider than her soft and shy one and brighter than anything she'd shown before at this school. Even if she couldn't fix what was all wrong in his life, she could make hiis corner of the world a litle bit brighter. I...I wasn't trying to starve myself, She defended, but it was obvious from her embarrassed grab at something on her plate that she had never really intended on eating much of it anyways. She was in a transitional period in her life and she knew it. These people didn't know her like her other friends had, and they certainly didn't know that it wasn't her diet that made her overweight. Her parents couldn't afforrd to feed her well enough for her to pick her own foods, and she was... Suffering, at the price of her health. McDonalds was easier to buy than kale. It's kind of rude to say you don't have any friends, Ryan. I'm your friend now. She said, offering out her hand to him with one of her pinkies extended. We have to stick together to survive this... Right? No man left behind?
Thread: how strange love is || bear & rskde

Ryan raises his eyebrows at her when she said that she wasn't trying to starve herself, he could obviously see that she wasn't eating the food that she had bought from the cafeteria. He bites the inside of his cheek when she looked to him and smiled, it made him nervous that she was smiling at him like this.. Nobody had really smiled like that unless they were patronizing or attacking him and took pleasure in it. He seems a bit confused on why she was being so nice to him.. But it was a nice change from what he was used to, so he decided to give it a shot. When she extended her hand to him with her pinkie towards him, his own hand raises, his pinkie wrapping around hers and his head bobbing in agreement. Okay.. I-I meant that I didn't have friends.. Before you, I mean. He says awkwardly, reaching his other hand up to rub the back of his head. His hand drops from hers and he nods again. I guess sticking together is better than being alone. He says with a shrug, though he didn't really know the benefits of friendship, considering he hadn't encountered any friends since a time when everyone was 'friends' in elementary school. After finishing his meal, he stands to take his plate to the washing area of the cafeteria before returning to her. I think this lunch is about to end.. It was nice meeting you, though.. If you want we could.. Ehm.. Exchange.. Phone numbers? He asks while his eyebrows knit together neatly, the only contacts he had on his phone was family, after all. He pulls his phone from his pocket and opens it, navigating to the contacts list before offering it to her, wanting her to put her information into it.