Current Energy: 20

Current Training: None

Current Emulation Status:

Sigurd, King of Warriors

Profile: Sigurd was once known as Scandinavian equivalent to King Arthur. A great hero who seemingly could not lose, Sigurd was a stoic man who gave his all to the constant pursuit of helping those around him. Despite knowing of a prophecy dictating that his future wife would be the end of him, he still allowed her freedom, and eventually fell in love - deeming her freedom more important than his potential survival. Sigurd was a Hero among Hero's, and was ever stoic, regardless of the circumstances.

Skills:

Riding A: Sigurd is capable of using any vehicle, and riding any creature that can bear his weight, so long as they are below the rank of a Mythical Beast. He attains automatic Mastery in these things the second he makes physical contact with the controls of something he is trying to ride.

Primordial Rune (Warrior) B: Sigurd has a firm mastery of the ancient runes and their use in magic. He is adept at using this magic to enhance himself in battle, and making quick and dirty combinations to see himself to victory in battle.

Powers:

Divinity B: Sigurd is a descendant of Odin, and this confers upon him a Divinity that pushes the world around him to bend to his will. Normal Physical laws will bend before Sigurd's will. The untouchable becomes touchable. The unbreakable becomes merely the very durable. Before Sigurd, nothing is truly impossible.

Magic Resistance A: Enemies using esoteric or paracausal abilities on Sigurd suffer a tremendous drain on their stamina and focus, such that most attacks against him with such effects are unsustainable. This ability does not produce any actual defense against such attacks however.

Dragon Kind Modification EX: Using the heart of the dragon Fafnir, Sigurd has taken on all the beneficial traits of a dragon. His heart is a reactor that produces magical power at a prodigious rate. His strength and durability are enhanced to ridiculous levels, and he heals at an increased rate. He also counts as a 'Dragon' for all effects that measure such things.

Crystallized Wisdom: Sigurd bears the ability to manifest the great wisdom of the Dragon Fafnir in the form of a variety of face coverings - most commonly, glasses. Anyone viewing the world through this device is provided with a massive influx of information on everything they look at, such that an untrained human would quickly black out after several minutes of use. The information provided by the artifact is entirely unspecified, and so, a great intellect is required to make use of it. (This is basically Tattletales power without a filter)

Gram, The Reforged Sword of Supremacy: The sword of choosing in the mythical Volsunga Saga, Gram has been broken and reforged into a weapon capable of cleaving fortresses apart. Despite it's astounding offensive strength, the weapon is also cursed, forcing those who bear it to experience Glory, be the target of Jealousy, and ultimately, to fall to Ruin.

Saber Class Servant: Sigurd is a Saber class servant. He gains a further increase to his Magic Resistance, causing esoteric abilities against him to drain their user of more energy than normal, and has exceptionally high strength and defense. He suffers from a reduction in magical capability hower.

Saturday, February 12th, 2011

Hebert Household, Brockton Bay

You aren't sure how long it takes you to reconfigure. First and foremost, because the thing you managed to scan makes absolutely no sense. How does one contain a sun inside a sword? No, worse, how does one wield a sword that is a sun. It makes no sense. There is no possible way to do it without a significant number of dimensional shenanigans at work. And yet, there is absolutely none of that in play as far as you can tell. This thing, Gram, is a sword, but it is also a sun. It simply is. And because it is, you find yourself locked up just trying to figure it out. The part of your consciousness that is pseudo human begins to panic as it realizes that your Shard-Self is performing the Entity equivalent of a blue screen, or a logic loop, and you are just about to do something drastic in order to resolve the issue when suddenly, it all stops.

And not by your own will either. Something - you aren't sure what - steps into the equation, and begins to funnel the correct information to your Shard. More so than that, whatever is doing so seems to be distinctly computer like in nature. Not so much a singular being as a system designed for storing creatures such as your current target of emulation. A system that has triggered upon your unintentional query for data. Curiously, you try to ping this server for more data, for more options, and are sharply rebuked, leaving you to sullenly wait for the process to finish.

Thus, despite not knowing how much time has actually passed, you blink into existence and full consciousness in the center of your Master's bedroom.

You also, as you have long since come to expect from unexpectedly appearing in your Master's bedroom unasked, have a sword about an inch from your left eye.

"Reporting. Servant Emmy has returned to you, Master." You declare in a serious, no-nonsense tone. Taylor, having apparently changed into her sleepwear at some point, squints at you in the dark, her hair a frizzy mess as she half kneels on her bed with her sword still pointed at you.

"...Male, tall, greying hair, laser sword. Tinker?" Taylor asks suddenly, withdrawing her weapon and leaning away from you with an appraising look.

"Gram is not a 'Laser Sword'. And this one is not a 'Tinker'." You explain neutrally, clasping your hands behind your back in a sort of parade rest.

"Huh, I-" She begins to say her posture slowly relaxing as she reacquaints herself with you, only for a smaller, more childlike version of her to appear infront of you, hanging off your neck.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" She yells repeatedly, her little legs kicking harmlessly at your chest. Still, you wince at the admonishment from the sword spirit. You can still remember 'Your' last moments in this world. You simply don't have the same feelings towards them as you once did. But you do know how they affected your Master.

"Apologies. This one will endeavour to... continue... as long as possible." You state awkwardly, your hands coming out from behind your back to carefully envelop the sword spirit in a hug and shooting your Master a glance over her head.

"You do that." She answers with only a mild amount of pique in her voice, turning her head fractionally away from you as she speaks.

"Master. Permission to sleep now." You request curtly after a few seconds of silence pass. Nemesis has long since stopped kicking you and has begun crawling across your upper torso, batting at Gram where it hangs across your back and then retreating like a cat encountering a vacuum cleaner for the first time.

"You don't really have to ask for permission." She responds instantly, rolling her eyes and pulling back her covers in order to crawl into bed.

"Acknowledged." You answer, allowing your armour to vanish, which causes Nemesis to flail slightly before falling to the ground without anything to grasp onto.

You spend the rest of that night with the sword spirit laying between you and your Master, prodding and badgering your to shift about whenever she grows bored or uncomfortable.

You have no idea why she doesn't just dematerialize like she usually does, but you don't bother asking. Instead, you eventually begin to ignore her, and drift into peaceful sleep.

You wake up in the early morning to the eerie stillness of your Master, who has, at some point during the night, rolled over to hug you. Because Nemesis is still present this has the unintended effect of causing you to awaken with both girls squished tight against your chest.

Languidly you open your eyes and glance down, curious at what is causing your Master such distress. Carefully, you angle your head downwards to observe your Master, only to find both her and Nemesis staring up at you. Nemesis with her eyes narrowed into slits with a smug smile on her face, and Taylor, almost the exact opposite, with her mouth hanging partially open, her cheeks flushed a bright red, and her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Good morning." You state blandly, blinking once but otherwise remaining still.

"I like this one. Let's keep him." Nemesis says pleasantly burying her face in your chest, even as your Master goes cross eyed and boots backwards, falling out of the bed as though stung.

"N-n-new rule. You sleep on the couch!" She blurts out pointing at you accusatorily.

"Jess currently sleeps upon the couch." You point out, sitting up and ignoring the pout from Nemesis as she is dislodged from you.

"The floor then!" Taylor continues, thrusting her finger towards you for emphasis.

"Acknowledged. I will seek out an extra blanket while you dress." You say readily, quickly exiting the bed.

"Boo! Don't listen to her! She doesn't know what she wants!" Nemesis yells from the bed angrily.

"Master is Master. This one has no reason to refute her on this." You explain kindly, before nodding to Taylor - who is still red faced and quivering - and becoming incorporeal, vanishing through the floor to land in the living room.

"Good morning, Jess." You greet the blond woman on the couch as she bolts upright to stare at you, then relaxes.

"Oh. Still dreaming. Come 'ere." She bumbles, gesturing you towards her. Curiously, you oblige, stepping forward and bending down to examine her.

Then your hand comes up at a blistering speed to block her own, which was just about to reach behind your head for something - probably an attempt.to steal Gram, foolish as that would be. Jess immediately stiffens at the contact her eyes going wide.

"Apologies. Touching my weapon would be... unwise." You explain, releasing her and carefully taking a step back to make space between you.

"You- this isn't a dream, huh?" Jess says in a daze, her tone slightly panicky.

"You are, indeed, conscious." You note idly as your Master comes down the stairs, dressed for the day.

"Taylor? Who-" Jess asks quickly as Taylor comes into view.

"Emmy." She replies neutrally, even as Nemesis reappears on your back, hanging from your neck. You are - briefly - concerned with her proximity to your - very cursed - sword, but quickly relax as it occurs to you that your Masters sentient sword is unlikely to want to steal your weapon. You aren't even particularly concerned with it being stolen. Merely with the curse it bears being afflicted on anyone who so much as tries to use it.

"Why is he-" Jess pauses to eye you before turning back to Taylor with a hopeless gesture in your direction.

"The multiverse is infinite. Somewhere out there, there are even sentient vending machines. It only stands to reason that eventually he'd be..." Taylor makes the same gesture towards you as Jess.

"Query. What does this-" you mimic the gesture, "-mean?" You ask.

Taylor and Jess pause to look at each other then succinctly shrug in unison.

"...Master?" You ask again.

"They're complaining cus you're-" Nemesis begins to speak, blithely ignoring the expression that flashes across Taylor's face as she does so.

"-All over the place! Stylistically!" She hurts out, her sword appearing in her hand and Nemesis vanishing from your back.

You glance down at yourself then back up again.

"This armor was perfectly appropriate for this one in life though?" You point out, politely choosing not to mention your Master's own disparate collection of aesthetic traits, from across your many emulations.

"G-good point. What is this guys deal?" She asks, abruptly changing the subject even as Jess stealthily rises to leave the room, glancing at you constantly until you are out of sight.

Now this, you can answer. Tilting your head back, you allow the light to shimmer across your glasses, creating an obscuring play of light across the lenses as you speak.

"This one stands before you as Sigurd, the Saber class servant! I am a master of combat in all it's forms! With me by your side-" you begin to declare proudly, happy to be able to show your Master all of your merits.

"Sigurd, like... from the vol... vol... I can't remember the name but- the guy who killed the dragon and bathed in it's blood?" Taylor cuts in curiously.

"...not to be mistaken for Siegfried but... yes." You answer.

"So, Brute with a sword again?" She asks, indulging in her time honored tradition of boiling your new emulation down to the simplest of explanations.

"...yes." You answer stoically.

"Huh. Wanna try to stab each other to death? Just for a bit?" She asks, eyes suddenly shining with expectation. A chill runs down your spine at the sight of it. Your emulation has had more than his fair share of encounters with another woman who displays affection via violence.

It is possible that you've taught your Master some bad habits. You'll have to rectify that. Later. For now...

"I believe the search for Mouse Protector takes precedence." You refuse firmly. Taylor's face immediately sinks at the reminder.

"Right. Let me grab breakfast then we can figure out a plan." She states resolutely.