- Job Deets:
Holy Grail War
Approval, pg 15
I will be the Servant, Adalinda will be the Master
My Servant Class shall be Berserker, with the Noble Phantasm of Bloody Storm which will sweep all of the spilled blood in a 50 meter radius and force it into Kyran. By doing so, it will heal him to maximum hit points as well as activate his lineage transformation
The rift sparked and spat, a dancing red lightning bolt upon the landscape. It was barely five feet wide. Yet no matter where one moved, the rift would follow. There was no way to enter Magnolia without touching or dealing with the rift first. It was an unpleasant thought for the mage crouching nearby.
Kyran rubbed his chin as he watched the rift. He had been playing around with it for the last hour or so. Rocks did nothing. Moving did nothing. Spells bounced off. The rift looked like it might be a permanent fixture. And since Kyran had taken the job to deal with the rift, he now had to touch it. He flinched as the rift spat sparks. The rift didn't feel right to his magical senses.
Luckily, he had Adalinda with him. Maybe he could shove her into the rift first. Then he would know if it was safe or not. A perfect solution to his problems. If he would ever deign to be so mean. Sighing, Kyran climbed to his feet. "Looks like we'll have to touch it. They said to deal with the rift and open the way to Magnolia. Stupid bastards. I bet they didn't even know what they were asking us to do." His anger caused his lilting accent to thicken drastically.
Kyran angrily adjusted his bandanna. He hated his accent. It always seemed to point out that he was from a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. Turning away from Adalinda, Kyran straightened his leather coat. He still hadn't managed to replace it and the jobs were demanding it more often than not. Kyran also didn't want Adalinda to see the emotions playing across his face. The demon always rose beneath his features when his emotions got high.
Kill her. Feed on her blood. Kill. Kill. Kill. Let me devour her. The demon purred, its fingers lightly caressing Kyran's mind. It chuckled deeply, knowing Kyran couldn't ignore it. Or maybe you want to devour her. Feel her writhe beneath you. Have flesh slap against flesh. To bite down in the throes of passion and feel her blood fill your throat as she screams in ecstasy.
Kyran stood abruptly and bolted for the rift. He wouldn't listen to the demon. Adalinda was a friend. Only a friend though he could see why someone would find her attractive. There was no substance to the demon's words. None at all. Then why do you deny it so fervently The demon's laughter echoed across his mind as he hit the rift.
It was like being submerged in blood. It forced its way down Kyran's throat. Heat coursed through his veins. Something was branding itself upon his body, upon his very soul. The pain of it made Kyran scream. Needles drove into his flesh. Blows struck his stomach. Knives slashed him open. Then power flooded into him. Power like he had never felt, never known before. Along with it came knowledge. Information about what the rift was dropping them into. Anticipation thrummed through Kyran's entire being.
Then he was out. He was crouching upon the ground, one knee down, the other tucked up against his chest. His voice was gone. The certainty of that filled Kyran as he straightened. His body was different too but it was more important to know where he was. The rift had deposited him upon a murky street. Mist cloaked the city around him, slid across his skin in a soothing motion. Kyran bared his teeth. His eyes darted about, trying to pierce the veil. Where was Adalinda?
She held his command seals. He could feel it. The magical connection between Servant and Master, the representation of the Holy Grail War's pact. Kyran scowled at his inability to find her. Had the rift filled her in? Or would he need to? He tried to use his voice despite his earlier certainty that it was gone. Only an animalistic bellow left his lips. No words. Not until they defeated the other servants and escaped with the Grail.
Unable to spot his master, Kyran turned his eyes upon himself. He was heavily surprised at the sight that met his eyes. His shirt was gone and his pants were transformed into a black divided leather skirt of kinds. His coat now flowed down, unbroken, no patches, augmented with metal here and there to complete his visage. The bracers upon his arms had become metal gauntlets, fully enclosing his hands. While Kyran's new skirt nearly hit the ground, he could feel supple leather encasing his feet and continuing all the way to his knees. His weapons still lay on his body where he had left them.
The other shocking change besides his clothing was his new muscle mass. Kyran had always been fit but he had been lean. Now he had the clearly defined physique of a low level body builder. Closing a hand around someone's neck would probably snap it. Unless all of the changes were simply for show. Kyran wasn't sure if he was happy with that thought or not. Hopefully, Adalinda would find him soon. In the meantime, Kyran would need to find a good way to communicate. Otherwise finishing this Grail War might be a tad difficult.
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