- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
"The Command Seals are proof that Masters are who they are, and a physical manifestation of a Servant's obligation to them," Rin said, raising her hand and showing off hers. "The Seal is made up of three Command Spells, each of which can make a Servant do whatever you want by force, whether they want to or not... like retreating from battle," She continued, observing Saber. Her body movements obviously indicated that she was itching heavily to fight Archer again, but the Command Spell seemed to prevent her from doing so, "But if you use all three of them up, your contract with the Servant ends there. And they could kill you right there if your relationship is... sour."
As Frank would speak to Shirou, he would step around Saber, the blonde woman attempting to urge him to stay put, but finding that she could barely move her body for the time being. "The people from before... Who were they anyway? What did they want from me?"
And then suddenly.
Grroowwl.
Tsuchimikado laughed a little. "Eheheh... sorry. I'm a little hungry. Could we get something to eat inside if the fighting's done for now?"
"That would... actually be a sound idea. I am somewhat famished myself," Ciel commented.
"Is this really the time?" Archer sighed.
Saber silently gave them the