Louise Françoise le Blanc de La Vallière didn't want much when it came to her summoning ritual, and she expected even less to come from it. What she got was… stange.
It was common knowledge that whenever Louise casted a spell there was a large explosion, lots of devastation, and not much else. However what followed her perfectly, if desperately, casted spell was… not the usual. There had been a flash of light followed by a light 'Whoomph', but no real pressure or sense of force. Though the blinding flash still got several choice remarks from her classmates.
Louise rubbed the spots from her eyes and blinked in the direction of the summoning circle. With in it was… an old rusted sword that was stuck in the ground surrounded by fading wisps of color. She blinked in shock before looking to her professor who was rubbing his chin in thought even as her classmates were starting up their taunts.
"Well that is… odd. However It doesn't matter. Louise please continue."
"But Professor, it is a sword. How can a sword be a familiar?"
"We will just just have to find out."
Louise pouted to herself then sighed as she stepped towards, then kneeled before, the badly kept blade. Upon closer inspection… the rust didn't look THAT thick, and at least the edge still looked serviceable. However she didn't really know HOW to use a sword. Sure she had watched her mother practice with her own blade, but that wasn't quite the same. Not to mention the sword was quite large. It would be hard to wield for her tiny frame.
With another sigh she lifted her wand and attempted to keep the disappointed out of her voice as she spoke the next part of the ritual.
"My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Pentagon of the five elemental powers; bless this humble sword, and make it my familiar."
With that out of the way she placed her lips upon the sword. Specifically the strange piece of metal that sort of resembled a mouth. She felt the pentagram appear beneath her. Felt the willpower flow from her body, and into the sword even as she slowly eased away from the blade.
And the willpower KEPT flowing from her to the sword. It started as a rush, and then shrank to a trickle. A continuous trickle. That was odd. She didn't remember reading about anything like this.
She slowly stood and placed a hand on the handle of the sword and pulled it out of the ground and lifted into the sky so that the sun reflected off of its shining surface. She vaguely recognized the burning sensation of her left hand, but that was blocked out as her eyes gazed upon the sword held above her. The size, shape, weight, and balance were all taken into account as her mind went over several sword styles before picking one that best suited her body type.
She lowered the blade so that the point of it was aimed down and behind her. Both hands gripped the handle as her feet spread apart to give herself a firm base with which to rotate in order to use momentum and leverage to better heft the heavy blade. This would make it easier on herself when it came to combat. Require less effort from her muscles.
"ZERO! What are you doing?" The familiar voice of her rival called out, shocking the pinkette from her trance.
What WAS she doing? How did she suddenly know how to use a sword? And so thoroughly? She shook her head as she gazed sheepishly at the crowd of her peers and teacher. People were whispering to each other again. She could already see things getting awkward very soon. Oh well. Things couldn't get…
"Wow I haven't felt this full in a while. Thanks partner! Huh I don't think I've ever been wielded by a mage before."
Oh founder. It talks.
