Macy Moretti
Princess of Heart, Dumb of Ass
Mason
"That's great for you," Mason replied, taking off his necklace and setting it on the table in a similar gesture. "To have something so explicitly from your father. And it sounds like he trained you well. The closest tie I have to my family is this heirloom."
"My family... our powers were something we had to hide. They have their uses to gain power and wealth, but only if they remained hidden. I never got the training I should have from my father though. I got the basics of wielding a weapon, but I was forced fo leave home before I could get any training on stealth or my powers."
"Yet, with everything I've gone through, hiding my powers hasn't been a necessity. I've gone to places where others have some form of magic or supernatural ability. I've gotten chances to be a hero. This necklace has given me the strength to be one."
Mason held out his left palm over the table and staresdat the back of his hand. "I don't exactly have a weapon of my own. Rather..." His hand began glowing with a soft, purple light. The necklace lit up with the same color in response. A stream of aura formed between the necklace and jis hand. In a flash of light, a jagged sword, its blade shaped like a lightning bolt, appeared in his hand. He returned his gaze towards Emily. "...all I have are copies of what I've seen others wield. That's my power."
"Would it be alright if I see what your sword does?"
"That's great for you," Mason replied, taking off his necklace and setting it on the table in a similar gesture. "To have something so explicitly from your father. And it sounds like he trained you well. The closest tie I have to my family is this heirloom."
"My family... our powers were something we had to hide. They have their uses to gain power and wealth, but only if they remained hidden. I never got the training I should have from my father though. I got the basics of wielding a weapon, but I was forced fo leave home before I could get any training on stealth or my powers."
"Yet, with everything I've gone through, hiding my powers hasn't been a necessity. I've gone to places where others have some form of magic or supernatural ability. I've gotten chances to be a hero. This necklace has given me the strength to be one."
Mason held out his left palm over the table and staresdat the back of his hand. "I don't exactly have a weapon of my own. Rather..." His hand began glowing with a soft, purple light. The necklace lit up with the same color in response. A stream of aura formed between the necklace and jis hand. In a flash of light, a jagged sword, its blade shaped like a lightning bolt, appeared in his hand. He returned his gaze towards Emily. "...all I have are copies of what I've seen others wield. That's my power."
"Would it be alright if I see what your sword does?"
Ymir & Artoria Pendragon - Prologue; Liberation
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"What are you doing? Get up. I know that no mere spear can kill you."
"Rise, work. That is why you have been born. Ymir, my slave."
It was finally over. Countless years, obeying the one who had set her 'free' to die. All that power, and she knew not how to act on her own, merely dreaming of the day she would finally be free. Hoping, wishing that someone would come save her.
But alas, it was too much to hope that this would be the end.
Though her body had left this world, her spirit would linger on for eternity, still a slave to the whims of her own people. The 'family' she had been confined to obey since that fateful day.
"You're no slave. You're no god. You're just a person."
"You don't need to serve anyone! You can be the one to choose!"
For two thousand years, she mindlessly obeyed her masters, from a place where time itself seemed inconsequential. Until death, even after death, she had been a slave, until that moment she felt someone embrace her, though she could no longer hear nor speak. Crying out for her to choose.
Choose...
Choose what?
She couldn't hear the rest of the words. But for the first time in years, she felt something welling up in her; determination? Fear? Desperation? She didn't know. She didn't care.
All she knew was that she had a chance to finally put an end to this. To finally be... Free.
And then, she felt something tugging at her body, pulling her from the very fabric of reality. It was like dying again, only... Much less painful.
...
For Artoria Pendragon, it was an all too familiar feeling; being summoned into a world. Or so she thought. It almost felt like being reborn, and in some ways, one could consider it so; like many other servants, she was but a copy created when summoned from the Throne of Heroes.
And like what had happened last time she had been summoned, though she had no memory of it, she sought out the one who did so. The one who she thought would be her 'master'.
A hapless girl, granted immeasurable power, but yet... For over two thousand years, nary an ounce of freedom, except to end her own life. Or so she had thought at that moment.
A King who died after battle, becoming a heroic spirit, a servant that would continue fighting. But not always for the ideals she had desired most.
They were both weapons, each in their own right.
Strong, powerfull, yet, somewhat complacent to their 'masters', whether they meant good or ill.
But this time, they weren't given any 'orders'.
Instead, they were told they were summoned here to save the world. After that, they may go home.
To Artoria, the instruction seemed simple. The only slight difference to the other times she had been summoned was that she was here just to save the world, rather than to help some master claim the holy grail, or win some battle for someone else's gain.
This was, simply a battle to save the world.
The thought of that brought a strange feeling nostalgia, but she soon shook it off, her eyes instead scanning the crowd as she was presented with a mountain of food. The offer to gorge herself was tempting indeed, but first, she must narrow down who had summoned her here, she must form a contract. Or so she thought.
Eventually, she turned to Dende, kneeling down somewhat to meet his gaze.
"I ask of you, are you my master?" She asked.
Although she had learned they had been 'wished' here somehow. By a dragon, through some magical artifact called the 'dragonballs', she was certain that this process was their way of describing a summoning ritual.
While there were some things present in this world that she recognized, there were many that she did not.
So for the time being, she was guided by nothing more than her instincts, and her purpose as a servant. And as of right now, she intended to seek out a master, and form a contract, believing the others who had been summoned here to also be servants of some kind.
Ymir on the other hand seemed like a deer in headlights, mostly just going with the flow.
Though she seemed a bit apprehensive about eating, even when it was offered to her... Quiet the whole time. But the nearby sight of a strange, white-haired girl eating something wrapped in a shiny material drew her attention briefly, causing her to move closer to her to inspect the mysterious biscuit-like item.
But soon, she lost track of her in the chaos that ensued during what appeared to be a skirmish between two men that soon dissipated thanks to the ones who brought them here.
Then, she noticed a turkey leg being offered out to seemingly anyone around.
Her stomach growled, as it soon became apparent to her that she was hungry, having not eaten in what seemed like forever, but contradictory to what her body was telling her, she still seemed to shy away from taking any food.
Why the dragon chose her as one of the warriors summoned here? Who knows.
To most, she seemed like an ordinary girl, who had perhaps not lived a very good life.
Ymir & Artoria Pendragon
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"So you summon me as a protector... Nothing more?" She asked, somewhat puzzled by the thought.
In the end, she eventually smiled a little, bowing her head.
"If that is your wish. Then, that will be my purpose." She said.
Standing up fully, she raised her spear to the sky, as if to make the declaration to the world as a whole.
"I. Artoria Pendragon. Will protect this world!" She cried.
And with that, she seemed satisfied, although still confused. She was a servant, and yet, she was treated more like a warrior, or perhaps a Knight here. Perhaps, they were summoned her similar to how a Knight would be entrusted with some duty?
There was a strange, but pleasant feeling of nostalgia lingering in her chest. Though, now that she knew what her objectives were, she eyed the table full of food, turning back to Dende for a moment in order to bow.
"Excuse me, Summoner. If your wish is for me to guard this planet, I must make sure I am well supplied with mana." She said, as courteously as she could.
Truth to be told, she wasn't sure if she really needed to top up on mana in spite of being virtually masterless. In some ways, she almost felt like she had formed a contract with Earth as a whole, even if it felt somewhat unfamiliar to her.
She just wanted to eat, for she was hungry.
And so she did, although she couldn't help but eye the quiet, slightly younger woman who had stood next to her when she had arrived now and again. As while she hovered around the food quietly, like a vulture, she had yet to touch what was freely offered herself.
...
Ymir in the meantime seemed to have turned her attention to the brief scuffle between Vegeta and Ben, although... She wasn't sure if they were fighting, or having an intense conversation.
Tilting her head to one side, she soon turned back to more or less hovering over the food, watching Ben eat ravenously like nothing had happened.
Slowly, cautiously, she imitated his motions, though she picked up a smaller piece, slowly biting into it.
In spite of her stomach growling on occasion, she ate at a slow pace. Looking more like she was nibbling her food than anything. As if she had somehow forgotten, or was not sure how to eat in the first place.
Artoria's loud cries and proclamations drew his attention away from his conversation. It seemed to grab Macy's attention as well.
"Artoria... If she needs aura... we could try..."
Mason furrows his brow and replies mentally, "You're already tired. You should rest."
"I can provide aura at rest. I don't have a body that needs sleep. Besides, having another ally that can actually fight is more important than rest."
"But if you're giving her your aura, won't that take away my powers?"
"You have aura of your own. You just don't know how to unlock it fully yet. Together, we should have enough for Artoria and still be able to fight. You just need to be more careful and efficient when fighting. Don't make anything you don't need to."
"If you're sure..." Mason sighed and waved over to Artoria. "Artoria, if you need a bit of extra energy, I think I can help!"
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"That's not the way I'd go about asking that, but he does have a point. We shoupd know what kind of power that secret weappm gives Cell if we're going to have a chance of defeating him. What do you know about it?"
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"That's not the way I'd go about asking that, but he does have a point. We shoupd know what kind of power that secret weappm gives Cell if we're going to have a chance of defeating him. What do you know about it?"
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