[ just like his isn't a warning, hers isn't much of remorse. both of them know that archer doesn't have much of a choice now, but it isn't as though zero is bleeding for a disciple. she realizes then that she's doing this for the sake of the dying man rather than her own good, but that's something she can explore when certain time restraints are lifted.
zero barely notices the illumination of the magic circle under them, but she can sense what it means. there's nothing so fancy when it comes to disciples; in fact, the extravagance comes only after each individual intoner figured how to summon their respective beasts. zero feels it's tacky in every way, and yet all of the disciples - dito, decadus, octa, and cent - they'd all called forth their beasts the same way. which is why she is at a loss when archer tells her to name the terms of the contract.
how the hell is she supposed to know something like that.
she glances down at the circle below them, then closes her eye. unfortunately, she only has the flower as guidance, and when her eye open again, there's force of song magic that bursts from her person. she places a hand on his chest. ] Heed my call!
[ the flower is dormant, so nothing is necessarily being drawn from it, but she continues regardless. the light below them illuminates further despite the conflicting chants. ]
By the power of my song, I hereby forge a pact, to make this Servant a Disciple of my own. Gods of the East, Goddesses of the West; I hereby offer the flames of my life in order to protect his—
[ the ritual as she knows it is complete, and she doesn't know if this will suffice, but... she observes archer, seeing if he would accept after all. ]
no subject
[ just like his isn't a warning, hers isn't much of remorse. both of them know that archer doesn't have much of a choice now, but it isn't as though zero is bleeding for a disciple. she realizes then that she's doing this for the sake of the dying man rather than her own good, but that's something she can explore when certain time restraints are lifted.
zero barely notices the illumination of the magic circle under them, but she can sense what it means. there's nothing so fancy when it comes to disciples; in fact, the extravagance comes only after each individual intoner figured how to summon their respective beasts. zero feels it's tacky in every way, and yet all of the disciples - dito, decadus, octa, and cent - they'd all called forth their beasts the same way. which is why she is at a loss when archer tells her to name the terms of the contract.
how the hell is she supposed to know something like that.
she glances down at the circle below them, then closes her eye. unfortunately, she only has the flower as guidance, and when her eye open again, there's force of song magic that bursts from her person. she places a hand on his chest. ] Heed my call!
[ the flower is dormant, so nothing is necessarily being drawn from it, but she continues regardless. the light below them illuminates further despite the conflicting chants. ]
By the power of my song, I hereby forge a pact, to make this Servant a Disciple of my own. Gods of the East, Goddesses of the West; I hereby offer the flames of my life in order to protect his—
[ the ritual as she knows it is complete, and she doesn't know if this will suffice, but... she observes archer, seeing if he would accept after all. ]