Thread: Fate/Phantasm (Skeith Takahata & Nightmare Goddess)

Reina Reina was barely able to suppress a squeal of shock at the sudden contact, her facing glowing bright red. She cleared her throat, There are a few beers in the crate. the first words to leave her mouth were little more than squeaks. The woman's touch had left her a little off balance. Sorry, they're a bit warm. By law, I'm not allowed to drink yet, so I have to smuggle them, and I never get them refridgerated. Reina returned her knife to the sheath that clung to her belt. She approached the couch but didn't sit. She was nervous around so powerful a being, but it was more than that. Something inside kept her from sitting down. It wasn't fear, but something very similar. Attraction maybe? It was certainly possible. Fei did have a very exotic beauty about her. There was something more, Fei seemed to understand her, or at least was trying to. Reina listened intently to her questions. She found Fei's energy level to be refreshing compared to the loneliness of everyday life. I live here because I have no family. I've never been anywhere else before. It all costs money, and I have none. Reina's body shifted uncomfortably as though she could feel Fei's eyes on her. Like I said, I usually spend my free time at the arcade. It's the only thing I can afford. My other activities are... Far less discussable. She said as her hand fell to her blade for a moment. My life hasn't left me with the opportunity for pleasurable company... So I'm afraid that I honestly can't answer that question. Her blush resurfaced momentarily before she moved on to answer her final question. What do I intend to do? I assume you mean the grail... If we succeed, I intend to ask the grail to grant me the power to make the world a safer place... Or at least this city... HervorHilde Hilde gave a quiet nod when she was waved to follow her master from the attic. The rest of the house was far more glorious than the attic she was summoned in. She never could have imagined such a place was located beneath the room she was just in. I'm terribly sorry for your loss. I pray that what kin of mine remain true showed them to paradise. She followed in silence as she was shown to the lounge. Hilde moved to sit in one of the chairs, surprised by the comfort she found. She watched in awe as her master's arm transformed into a blade. I've never seen such sorcery before... She admitted. Her curiousity was certainly peaked. What was the peak of such a power? What were the possibilities? The limits? All things considered, it seemed likely she'd discover her answers soon enough. I'm a Valkyrie, as I had said before. However, due to the rules of the saber class, certain of my magical abilities have been limited or removed. In truth, I would probably have been of a greater benefit as a Rider or Caster class. Though, having been summoned from within Hervor, I do not have that luxury. As I said, this is her war and she only qualified for the Saber, Rider, and Berserker classes. She paused for a moment, realizing that what she said was complicated, she allowed it to sink in. I can however speak for Hervor's blade. She patted the sword at her side. Tyrfing was a magical sword crafted by the dwarves of nordic myth. It was claimed by the warrior Arngrim who slew it's creator. As such, the blade is cursed. It will draw blood whenever drawn from it's scabbard, and inevitably leads to the eventual destruction of it's wielder.