Omake: Rin Tohsaka Summons a Servant That Fits Her Perfectly
...ish...mostly...maybe better than Archer...Eh...
"For the elements silver and iron", she began, liquified mana dripped onto the magic circle beneath her. Its lines flaring to life in a brilliant cyan hue.
"For the foundation, stone, and the archduke of contracts. For the ancestor, my great master Schwinorg. Close the gates of the cardinal directions.", she continued.
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.
Repeat five times but when each is filled, destroy it, set.
The circle shifted huges, green, then orange. The clock continued to tick...
Heed my words. My will creates your body and your sword creates my destiny.
Now red.
If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me.
I hereby swear- That I shall be all that is good in the world. That I shall defeat all the evil in the world.
"You seven heavens, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding", her circuits were hot, there was no doubt now. "Guardian of the scales!"
A red light sprang forth, tendrils of its energy spiraled about, exploding outward, the air thickened, kicking dust about the room.
Breathe deeply.
She knelt upon the used circle, her knees haven given out from the strain. She exhaled in short breaths.
"That was perfect!", she exclaimed, inspecting her command seals. "I know I drew the most powerful card!...Oi?"
She looked about the old,dusty study, a few over turned books, a basket she chucked full of old scrolls. Some books on the holy grail from the 15th century...Servant? She tried the other side of the room. Ser-
CRASH. THUMP.
she picked herself, up and ran up the stairs, "WHY?"
Past the stairs, past the galley, past the kitchen, is that a sandwich?- past the Master bath. Liv- annnd the door is stuck.
"The door's broken", she shoved a shoulder into it, and the door gave in. Hinges poped, and it fell forward into the living room with a crash.
Calling it a disaster zone would be an understatement. Plaster was everywhere, the celing had a hole in it, she counted at least five pieces of furniture that were missing legs, some more than one. And every curtain in the room was ripped or covering some other damaged piece of furniture...how?
Yet despite all of this, her attention was far more focused on the only other...Person?- in the room.
They sat, almost immaculately upon a fallen drawer draped by a curtain, the fine silk cushioning them against the otherwise uncomfortable oak finish. The fine white of her servants pea coat, contrasting greatly with the satin of the curtain. A fine layer of frost spread thinly along the floor from where they sat.
Their eyes finally met, the blues of a clear sky meeting those of dense ice, a faint expression passed through the servant's features. Then she spotted the clock.
"Ah..." a feeling of dread crept up her spine. "All the clocks in the house were set an hour fast today...Which means its now 1AM. Not 2 AM?"
Panic...no no...don't panic.
"I've done it again!", she said, her hands finding refuge, clutching at her twin tails.
"What's done is done.", she lamented, crouching down. "Why did you give me that task, father?"
She spied her servant looking at her queerly.
"Well?", she said. "What are you supposed to be?"
"That's rude.", the servant said.
"What?", Rin stood.
"A proper lady is supposed to introduce herself. Were you raised in a cave?", her tone was sharp.
"Ak, I...", Rin could feel her cheeks burning. Then the many years of Tohsaka family etiquette. Kicked into high gear.
Well, in truth it was only one class...with that 12 inch rul- and she chose not to recall that memory further...or ever.
"I am Rin Tohsaka, good to meet you.", she bowed her head.
"Curtsey.", Rin's head shot up.
"Wha...what?", she was not having any of this. "No. Just who do you think you are here?!", she pointed accusingly.
"Hm, it seems I've been summoned by an unruly gorilla like person. I may have drawn the short straw this time...", her servant looked about the room.
"You have a rather poor taste in interior decorating.", her tone was almost pretentious, condescending even.
Rin made a face, it was rather undignified.
"I suppose that's a bit of my fault. Still-I disagree with all the shades of red however. It's so gaudy."
The servant ran some of the curtain that she sat on beneath her dainty fingers.
"It could use a bit more white, and perhaps a flower or two would brighten the mood. An elegant mansion, but not a vase to be seen. I might have fallen on that...Roses would be a nice touch don't you think?", she sat cross legged, a hand cupped her cheek as she inspected the damage around her. Their eyes met again.
Her servant's features were like porcelain-even her hair was the hue of freshly fallen snow. Were it not for the fine line of discoloration that ran down the woman's left eye, she would not look out of place as one of the marble statues in the garden.
Then her servant shot her a warm smile, her lips were only the lightest shade of pink, despite her cold appearance, they looked quite war- what are you thinking!
"Please sit.", she gestured with a hand, and a white magic circle sprang to life. The six branched snow flake spun as it rose, and a table and chair of an entirely different make materialized in its wake.
She hesitated a little, but finally gave in. Slumping, she took the seat offered.
"Don't slouch.", the servant said.
Rin, tried to resist, but that smile and her words were compelling her...the servant's voice was like flowing water-stop...
She gave a tired sigh, "Just so we're clear you are the servant I summoned, right? Saber correct?"
"Yes, I am the servant you summoned.", Rin's face brightened a little.
Please be Saber, please be Saber...PLEASE. BE. SABER.
"However.", damn. "I'm of the caster class."...more damn.
With a hollow thud, Rin's head became friends with the futuristic table. How in the world was this glass generating its own light...what science is this...
"Hm", the servant looked over her master carefully. "Not who you expected?"
"I've messed up.", Rin said dejectedly. "If only I had been an hour earlier...damn that fake priest..."
"Oh, giving up already?", Caster raised an eyebrow.
"NEVER!",Rin smacked her palms into the table. "I trained ten years for this! It's too late to back down now!"
People who like red are all the same.
"Did you say something?", Rin asked.
"Not at all.", Caster. "It seems you are dedicated."
She looked like she was pondering something, the struck a fist against her palm.
"Alright!", she declared. "I've decided."
"You've decided?", Rin said.
"Yes.", Caster said.
"What exactly?"
"That you aren't an uncultured gorilla.", she smiled shamelessly.
"Wha-WHAT?!", Rin had just about had enough of this. "GANDR"
The explosion kicked up more debris. Blanketing the room in a fine haze.
Yet a single magic circle shined through. It's gleaming white glyphs shimmering as they spun. "It was a joke."
"Still its good to see you won't let me go too far.", Caster said, willing away the glyph.
Not a single incantation uttered. Rin couldn't even recognize the glyph magic that this caster used.
"So your spells are in that language. I suppose that makes this easier then.", Caster said.
"Ich werde Ihnen helfen, den heiligen Gral zu gewinnen.", she smiled.
"You will...", Rin looked a bit disbelieving.
First she wrecks her home, and her living room. Then she insulted her father's interior decorator. She wasn't exactly sure why she felt insulted by that, but still... Had the nerve to call her a gorilla!
"Hmm...caster seems so informal, and seeing as you've given me your name, it seems only right that I give you mine.", she made a tounge in cheeck expression. "For now just call me Weiss."
"Snow?", Rin asked.
"No, Weiss.", the servant corrected. "I'm more used to that."
She let it set in. Okay, I am now chummy with my servant. This...is good. She wants to help me win the grail-even better. Next step!
"Ah..then tonight we can plan how-"
"Nope.", Caster silenced her with a finger.
"Nope?!", she was about to protest, when caster silenced her again.
"It is too early in the morning to plot the inevitable demises of our foes. Furthermore you are utterly spent." She began to shove the protesting magus on her heels into the hall.
"I beg your pardon!", she wasn't that low on mana.
"You have it. Now off to bed with you.", the white servant ushered the protesting teen out the door. "I'll take care of the mess, It will be as though I never crashed through your living room in the first place."
She gave the young magus a reassuring pat on the back.
"I ah...Alright...", she massaged her temple. This has been a long night. I might actually be relieved if this was just some terrible nightmare.
"Just one more thing.", she heard caster say. "You do have school, right?"
"Ah, yes.", she replied. Why would a servant ask that?
"You should already be in bed then.", she said sternly. "Oh, and do bundle up tomorrow."
The servant retreated back into the ruined living room-
"Winter is coming."
A.N: There's your omake chapter for you.
I can say with certainty that chapter 4 for this story is approximately two thousand words in. That's actually not a lot at all, and there isn't much humor yet. I may have spent all the humor on my last three chapters.
For some odd reason, or some twist of fate, an old friend of mine from middle school just so happen to be attending my college. Fancy that.
In short she's actually my reality equivalent of the trope : Manic Pixie Dream Wife. She brought me out of my shell in middle school, and treated me to some of the most fun and enjoyable moments I have ever had-and is probably one of the reasons I actually got into Anime/Manga proper.
I, of course, have no idea whatsoever why I feel like I should share this with any of you, but seeing as I've already typed it out-I don't see any reason to spam the backspace key or Ctrl+X this paragraph.
Now to an actually serious topic:
I am not the most well read fan of the Nasuverse. I am a member of BL, but I really just lurk and barely post, so I do in fact read enough to at least understand how most of it works. This is in part a fair warning to all of you readers.
I will at some point or another, utterly butcher some cannon, and the worst part is I probably won't even know I'm doing it.
With that said, please look forward to more of Jaune's pain...or rather every other character's pain at Jaune's expense.