Maker
Location - Harbor - Family House - Basement
Phase - Night
Time - 22:23
Day - January 12
"Ah, I... I summoned you, so that must make me your Master. I ask of you to fight for me in this Holy Grail War until it concludes with our victory."
As their hands clasped one another, another understanding smile blossomed on Maker’s face.
“Then the contract between us is complete. From henceforth, my will shall craft thy victory and your fate will be with me.”
Waves of nervousness rushed out of the rather young nun in front of her, which brought out an almost uncharacteristic chuckle from her. It seems that despite hoping to be a participant in this “war”, her Master possessed a childlike innocence and exuberance, that was… uncharacteristic of one that would take up the role of a “Master”. It was an aspect that brought both sadness and relief to her in many ways. Relief in the sense that she herself, as a Servant, would probably not possess the highest compatibility with traditional Masters. There were many methods that might bring victory in a war such as this, but Maker was incompatible with many of them. Not because of what she was capable of, but rather due to what she believed in.
As a Servant, she should be the only one to ever suffer in this war.
A disposable being summoned for a slaughter of legends. If things turned out that way, then that would surely be the best possible result. No-one of this world, even if they were prepared to kill others for their dream and trample on their hopes and dreams, should be forced to die meaninglessly. They, irrelevant figments from a long lost age, should take the full brunt of the worlds anger, for daring to step outside the mists of time. Sacrificing herself was something that Maker had fully embraced, even in her life. In that regard, this undeath of her was no exception. And that was where her sadness came from.
An girl such as her Master should not be fighting for a dream built on blood. Those that hold honest innocence in their hearts, do not need a miracle such as this to change the world.
"Ah, that's right! I am Anna Bernhart, an Executor of the Holy Church. How would you like me to refer to you, my Servant?"
An unbidden murmur suddenly arose from Maker’s lips.
“So the Church never found its true path in the end...”
Giving an elegant shake of her head to banish the thought, the Servant in the elaborate dress let out another small chuckle at her Master’s exuberance and gave Anna a small, respectful bow. The young nun’s kind smile was reflected on Maker’s face, as she introduced herself to her Master.
“In the days of my life, I was called _________________. However, the class granted to me by the Holy Grail is that of Maker. While I personally, have no qualms with thy use of my maiden name, for the sake of practicality, I suggest that you refer to me with the name of my class, Master.”
“Handing an advantage to our enemies because of excessive confidence would be something I would like to avoid. However, should you truly desire it, I shall acquiesce on this matter.”
"Well... I suppose we should determine what we shall be doing tonight. There is plenty of time before sunrise, which means that we have plenty of time to measure our competition. Not to mention that a lot of them will most likely be heading towards a very specific place…
“There is no need to rush into things, Master. Even if what you say is true, I am not a Servant whose strengths truly lie in reconnaissance, such as Assassin or Caster. A haphazard approach could only leave us entwined ourselves.”
“For tonight however, I suggest we stay in your residence and prepare for the days to come. It would surely be of help to you to understand of my nature as a Servant and what I am capable of. And I myself would be very interested in talking about you, Master. As well as why you have chosen to take part in this War.”
Maker’s eyes briefly left Anna’s and glanced at the surrounding basement for a second, before returning.
“However, maybe perhaps we can continue this conversation upstairs? Unless there is a reason to remain in the basement, of course. Seeing the night sky once more would be of great enjoyment to me, Master.”