crowspace | call me out v. 15.0

Oh! [Aaaand she's already darting forward to examine her new... either test subject or research partner, frankly she's still not sure.]

[Both? Both is good. Maybe both. It's not like she never experiments on herself, after all.]

[She does, at least, have the sense not to quite cross into the circle itself- never safe to break the circle until you know exactly what you've summoned- but she flits excitedly around the outside of it, peering closely at him from every angle and hastily taking notes in a bound journal carried in the crook of her arm.]

[If he looks over to see what she's written, she's even managed to do a rather good sketch of him. Her handwriting, on the other hand, is in a mix of English and Chinese and utterly incomprehensible in both.]

Mm-hm, that's me! These appeared right on time and everything- [She waves a hand, showing off the command seals emblazoned on the back of it. It's a twisting, twining abstract design that looks rather like a tangle of climbing, thorny vines.]

[Almost pretty, in a rather spiky way.]

Hello, I'm Mercy, what's your name? Also, what are your horns made of- is it wood, they look like wood but that could just be mimicry, like a leaf mantis- or an owl- [She has so many questions and not enough breath to get them all out at once. She knew she should have upgraded her lungs already, that's what she gets for procrastinating.]

[The Command Spells are right, and something particularly well-suited to him. This Master must be especially compatible with him.

A different Servant would probably take that as the warning sign it is, but Merlin doesn't see anything wrong with a Master he can get along with easily.]

One question at a time, even as great a mage as me can't answer everything at once. -My name is Merlin. You've heard of me, I'm sure?

I definitely have! [Excitement levels, somehow, still rising. This girl could power a small city purely off her own personal energy and good cheer.]

Does that mean you're a Caster? It seems like the most plausible class for your legend, but I don't want to make unfounded assumptions.

I should be, but... Hmm. [Merlin looks himself over, as though he could puzzle out the mystery of why his class is this way through examining his sleeves.] It looks like I've been summoned in an extra class?

[Her eyes widen.]

That's a thing? I didn't know that was a thing! [Far from being angry or concerned, Mercy sounds positively thrilled at this opportunity to learn about something new. The note-taking has rapidly increased in speed, rapidly jotting down thoughts without ever taking her eyes off the subject of her scientific interest.]

[It's almost impressive that she can write that much without even looking down at the paper. Explains a lot about how bad her handwriting is, too.]

What's the class called? Are there any requirements for it? Has this happened before, I haven't found any records of it but honestly the people from the previous Grail Wars had very spotty documentation procedures- once you go back more than two wars there's barely any records at all!

[For the first time in the conversation, she sounds actually displeased by something. How dare you not properly document your magical deathmatch participation, prior generations? Don't you know you're holding back years of scientific progress, probably?]

I can't believe the mages didn't keep detailed records about their secret magic ritual.

[Lightly teasing, because really.]

Let's see here... Pretender? That's rude to call someone.

I know! It's so irresponsible, I don't get what they were thinking at all.

[Yeah, that just flew right over her head.]

That does sound a little judgemental... Pretending to what, I wonder?

Oh, but I'm not supposed to use your real name when we're at War, am I? [She frowns. This is a dilemma.] What do you want me to call you, then? It's your name, so you should get to decide!

[...Oh, no, she's totally oblivious. This makes her slightly less fun to tease, which is probably for the best.]

You can just call me big brother, how about that ♫

[That one... actually makes her pause for a moment, expression suddenly growing strangely wistful. It's the look of someone staring straight into the past, seeing something that isn't there anymore.]

[Things that haven't been there for a very long time.]

[But she snaps out of it and clears her thoughts with a quick shake of her head, smiling again at his idea.]

Okay then, da-ge! [She giggles briefly, both at her own joke and his- after all, if he's centuries old, he's definitely the eldest of the family, right?]

[Smiling warmly at him, she holds out her hand, very deliberately letting it cross over the line of the summoning circle for the first time.]

It's nice to meet you, welcome to the Grail War. Let's do our best together, okay?

[Sensitive subject? He'll probably find out more about it through dreamsharing eventually even if he doesn't ask, so he doesn't.

Merlin shakes her hand. Her hand is warmer than his, but not so much that it would be worth remarking on.]

The pleasure's mine. Let's have fun, Mercy ♥

[Let's be honest- an apparently unsupervised teenager voluntarily participating in a Grail War probably already wasn't a good sign. There was basically no chance that there wasn't some kind of tragic backstory here.]

[Although if he's paying attention to his surroundings with the subject of older siblings in mind, he might notice a framed photograph on the bedside table. With blackout curtains firmly drawn to prevent anyone looking in and seeing her do magic rituals, the lighting doesn't make it very easy to see in here- but it definitely seems to be a photo of a family, two adults and three young girls.]

[All three have the same distinctive golden eyes as his young Master.]

I'm already learning something new, so that's definitely a good start! [What could be more fun than the thrill of discovery, after all? Contract firmly established, God help the rest of this War.]

[Young as she is, she does at least seem to be a pretty strong mage- judging from the amount of energy coming through the connection already, he won't be lacking for mana.]

[Stepping back, she flips on the lights and unlocks the door behind her- although she still doesn't open the blackout curtains. Neighbors don't need to know about Merlin. They're probably happier not finding out what she's doing in here at any point, really.]

[With better lighting, the room looks... surprisingly normal, honestly. There's a narrow cot covered in stuffed animals, a desk absolutely piled with books and papers, cheap posters of musicians and some intensely goth art prints on the walls...]

[If it wasn't for the bloody ritual circle in the center of the room, it could belong to any teenage girl.]

Now that that's settled, do you want some snacks? I have plenty in the kitchen! [She may not have the best social graces, but she knows it's rude not to offer anything to a guest.]

[An ordinary girl's room. It's charming in how just how average it is, magical circle aside.]

Very kind of you~ [He doesn't need snacks - at least, not that kind - but that doesn't mean he doesn't like them.] Do you have any pizza?

There should still be some leftover in the fridge, if you're okay with pineapple. [At least Merlin has a realistic understanding of what an unsupervised teenager is likely to have on hand, food-wise.]

[Shirou Emiya is a culinary outlier and should not be counted.]

[As she opens the door and leads the way out into the kitchen, it rapidly becomes clear that the rest of the apartment is... less average.]

[It's not too outlandish, by mage standards- she hasn't warped space to stuff a whole house in this little one-bedroom apartment or anything- but the living room and kitchen are absolutely full of an eclectic mixture of magical workshop tools and completely mundane lab equipment.]

[There's complex diagrams that depict various cross-sections of the human body, a massive fishtank that seems to contain mostly a single alarmingly large marimo, a tightly sealed opaque specimen jar that seems to be humming slightly from within next to a microscope covered in magic runes, a headless cat...]

[And potted plants. Everywhere.]

[Almost all of them seem to be plants with significant medicinal properties, although some of them seem to just be... personal projects?]

[Or at least the scientific purpose of the faintly glowing orchid or miniature roses with visible fangs isn't immediately apparent.]

Here we go- I had some last night, so it should still be pretty fresh! [Mercy navigates her way confidently through the makeshift lab and into the kitchen, putting the box of leftover pizza on the counter for Merlin and taking a slice for herself.]

[At least he doesn't have to worry about avoiding anyone else here- judging by how small this place is, there's barely enough room for Mercy herself and her massive amount of lab equipment, never mind an entire additional human being.]

[Merlin plops himself directly onto the counter, because he is basically a large cat and Mercy will come to know this about him, and grabs a slice of pizza.]

I like the roses.

[Roses should have fangs. They're basically just Advanced Thorns.]

[Mercy positively beams at that. This guy. This guy gets it.]

Thank you! I thought since they did super well with blood meal whenever I mixed it into the soil, the next step should be to make it so they could get blood by themselves.

[She grins happily, like a child with a fun little secret they're excited to share.] I even managed to splice in the ability to hunt by perceiving body heat, so they can successfully snare small moving targets by detecting warm blood. I think they'll be very popular in regions with a notable mosquito population! It could be a massively successful way to reduce a major disease vector in populated areas-

[She breaks off, expression falling into something more rueful.] Or they would be, I guess, if I was allowed to show anyone. The nice man from the Mages Association said that if I got caught inventing any new species again, they'd kill me about it.

Caught by the general public, I mean- they're okay with me making stuff that other paranormal people find out about. The Clock Tower never publishes the stuff I send them for peer review, though... or answers any of my letters...

[She sighs.]

Sometimes, I just don't get what those guys are thinking at all. What's the point of being able to do all these amazing things if we never do anything with it?

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The Mage's Association is more interested in preserving their own power than in making the world a better place, I'm sad to say.

[Even if Mercy has very interesting ways of going about it, her heart's in the right place.]

Unfortunately for you, the more people who know the amazing things you can do, the weaker your abilities become. Mystery's a pain that way.

[This is, many people who've met her would insist, the worst thing about Mercy Moritz: she means well. Genuinely, sincerely, from the bottom of her heart, she means well.]

[And this has stopped her from creating, on average, two abominations against nature per day absolutely not at all. If anything, it generally encourages her to do it more.]

Except when it doesn't! [She grins, pointing at Merlin, back to excitement.] Look at yourself, you're unliving proof- Heroic Spirits become more powerful based on the strength of their legend.

On being known.

People knowing about you and your powers makes you weaker, except when it makes you strong. Why? No one knows! Or anyone who does isn't telling- but I want to find out.

How do Heroic Spirits work? How does the Grail work? The Throne?

That's why I wanted to be in the Grail War. I'm here to learn.

Well, you're certainly not wrong.

[All her questions are good ones, and ones that even he can't answer offhandedly. Human curiosity is one of the things he so loves about humans - that's a perfectly reasonable justification for joining a Grail War, in his view.]

So I'm here to collect data for you, hm? It's not the worst job I've been given.

Yes, please! [Well, she's up front about her intentions, at least.] If you're okay with that, anyway- you don't have to stay if you don't want to.

[It doesn't seem to occur to her that the easiest way for him to leave would be for her to die. She's not really someone who worries about her own safety very often.]

[You don't have to, much, when nothing can hurt you that you don't allow.]

Oh, but it wouldn't just be about what I want, of course- I'll do my best to help get your wish, too! It's important to adequately compensate anyone who participates in an experiment, after all.

What do you want from the Grail, da-ge? [A dangerous question, asked in complete innocence. There's probably something symbolic in that.]

Hmm, good question...

[What does he want more than anything else? To have his precious people with him always, untouched by death or war. He just has to find the right way of wording that so the Grail gives him exactly what he intends.]

I'm still thinking it over, but I'd like a good story along the way~

[It's honestly a pretty fair and reasonable wish. It's unfortunate that he's just so... himself, about it.]

[Mercy, at least, accepts this without concern about any ulterior motives.]

That seems fair! Whatever else happens, Grail Wars seem like they turn out to be pretty interesting.

[If your definition of "interesting" includes "terrifying and lethal".]

I don't know what kind of story we'd be, but I hope it has a happy ending- [She breaks off midsentence, as. Uh.]

[Okay, so remember how there was a headless cat somewhere in that mess of a lab? Yeah, apparently that is. Not a piece of taxidermy. Because it's hopped onto the counter next to Merlin and is trying to affectionately shoulder-check Mercy in the face.]

Aww, Pathos- dinner time for you too, huh? [This is apparently normal, because she just starts patting it fondly and looking around for a can opener.] Where's Logos? You can't have both bowls to yourself, if I'm feeding you then I'm feeding both of you.

[There's a mlrrp noise from somewhere under the table. A moment later, three fuzzy little heads poke out.]

[All three of them are attached to the same cat.] Oh, there you are!

[Logos meows in chorus with itself as Mercy busies herself filling the cat bowls with kibble.]

[What cute cats, thought apparently someone besides Mercy. At least two people in the world. Merlin reaches over and gives Pathos a scritch.]

It certainly hasn't been boring so far.

[Pathos makes a low, happy rumbling sound. Apparently purring sounds kind of bass-boosted when it's all in the chest.]

[Two of Logos' heads busy themselves with wolfing down the kibble, while the remaining one looks curiously at Merlin. What are you, sir? You are large, and smell confusing.]

[Mercy smiles and gives it some reassuring ear scritches.]

It's okay, he's a friend! [Logos seems dubious about this, but will allow it. For now.]

I guess we should probably try to figure out strategies, right? Tomorrow's the weekend, so we have all day to look around the city if you want.

[Because of course she wouldn't summon an ancient and powerful spirit on a school night. That would be irresponsible.]

[Education is important, says world's most irresponsible teacher.]

I'd love the tour. Where is the War going on this time around?

We're in Verdette City! [Mercy helpfully brings up a map on her old, battered tablet to show him. Are those scorch marks on the casing? ...Whatever, it's probably fine.] I've lived here my whole life, it's pretty nice.

[According to the map, Verdette appears to be a moderately large and reasonably prosperous city located in scenic western-Europe-somewhere-don't-worry-about-it. Decent leylines and, according to Mercy, a reasonable local mage population for its size... but nothing to really indicate why a Grail War might have shifted here in particular.]

[Still, Mercy helpfully answers any questions he might have to the best of her ability, apparently just as happy about sharing knowledge as she is about accumulating it. The strategy session continues late into the evening, until even Mercy's boundless energy begins to flag a little, and she reluctantly admits that it's time for bed.]

[Of course, depending on what comes through their connection in the course of their dreams, it might not be entirely restful...]

Edited 2022-01-08 16:45 (UTC)

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