Title: Summoning
Characters/Pairings: Cu Chulainn
A/N: ignore any inaccuracies on how the Throne/Summoning works. A little meta for the joke.
Summary: Cu Chulainn knew the holy grail war was in the bag the moment he was summoned.
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Someone was calling him. Cu could feel a tug on his spirit, something dragging him towards the earth. Towards a specific time. There was a holy grail war, a summoning, and someone was calling for him.
No, not just him. Cu didn't have to look around the Throne to sense other heroic spirits were feeling the exact same thing. This wasn't a specific summoning but a more generic one. Anyone would do and while he was loath to answer such a generic call, his desire for the grail outweighed his irritation. Besides, he was never one to stand back and watch others take his place. Giving himself entirely over to the magic, he let it drag him to a small summoning circle in the middle of a field.
Power coursed through his body as he materialized, his body gaining weight and strength as reality defined it. "I'm here, master," he called out with newly developed vocal chords and Cu grinned broadly as his straightened his posture. With his lance, nothing would stand between him and the holy grail. Provided he didn't have a shit master, that is.
Though, he could get around that, probably. He was no Archer, but even without the independent action he was confident he could get his master to see things his way. Cu—
The pole in his hand was not the shaft of his spear. He stared at the staff, blinking hard as though to clear his eyes. Nope, it was still a staff, and his body felt more frail than he remembered it.
It seemed he was no Lancer but a Caster. Suddenly, Cu understood why people said Lancers had terrible luck.