No. To be EX tier waifu in my eyes, white hair and german nationality is a necessity. Also preferably like that one Laura Bodevig from Infinite Stratos.
You mean EX tier waifu?
It's been weeks since I've had over 4 hours of sleep a day, give me a break! -.-
Almost there.
It doesn't even need to be a nazi uniform, at least dye your hair white...Sorry, Vita might be part German but she's all American. Hot-headed, brash, arrogant, and full of fiery passion. If you want her in a Nazi uniform you're gonna have to force her.
I can verify, Corpsewyrm Caster would absolutely give Light Zerker a challenge. Might even be too much for her infact (though only just barely).
There is something terribly wrong with caster...
Stupid crazy parameters, and poison breath that's gonna do more stupid crits than those damned chimeras... Jesus christ, if that NP happened in Caster's lair, it'd be even worse. Glorified battle continuation can be scary.
i'm proofreading as we speak
Well, she probably won't. She doesn't like being a corpsewyrm, and dying kinda sucks. lol. She'd just ask in a tsundere manner like
Three months. It'd been three months since these tattoos that the boss called 'Command Seals' had manifested upon her, and likewise, it'd been three months since that devil of a woman had holed her up here. Magecraft this and Servants that, she couldn't close her eyes without seeing remembering one of the thousands of lectures she'd had thrown at her.
And she still didn't really get it.
If nothing else, the past few months had certainly instilled a newfound sense of respect for the Magi who could actually remember all this nonsense; But Ava herself could hardly care about anything beyond the basics. Even without being able to shoot sparks from her fingertips, she was pretty confident that the hardness of her fist would be enough to get her through this 'Grail War' thing that the boss wouldn't shut up about. Something something, a massive opportunity, something something, duty to the Church, something something. If she didn't know the consequences, the woman's constant nagging would have been enough to push her over the edge.
Casting her eyes over her Command Seals, Ava let out a resigned sigh. Really, this whole mess didn't seem very interesting at all. Summoning some geezer of a knight from a fairy tale she'd never even heard of, having them fight all her battles for her, then using some old cup to get a wish? She'd much rather spend her time doing work for the Agency.
But, man, the boss had gotten scary when she'd tried to drop out. She could swear that her ears still hurt from the growling the she'd given her.
So here she was, rummaging around her bomb-site of a room for anything useful. A 'catalyst', she thought the name was, had to be in here somewhere, right? She'd been told how important they were, as well as being told to "Just sit still and wait until I can find a good one", but that really wasn't her style. If she was going to forced into this rigamarole, then she was going to get it out of the way as soon as she could. If the boss complained about it, well, then she shouldn't have done all the setup before she was actually ready to get started.
Besides, having some dusty old relic probably wouldn't help all that much anyway. She'd put money on it just being more of that superstitious mumbo-jumbo that the Church was so fond of. But, still, it probably wouldn't hurt if she used some old knick-knack or another, so... The sound of rummaging begun to rise in Ava's room. There was plenty of things in her that could be of use, she figured. Loot from centuries-old vampires, treasure from grouchy Phantasmal Beasts, anything else she'd managed to pocket from work, and there was even a chance there'd be something of use from one of her shopping trips. She didn't really understand what the parameters for a good catalyst were, but so long as it was expensive it's probably work just fine.
Digging through piles of unwashed clothes, and the depths of unorganized boxes, Ava hardly noticed as the day slowly ticked away. There was all sorts of good stuff that she'd left strewn about, but hardly any of it was... Nice enough? For a catalyst, or at least she thought so. Half of it was covered in rust, probably thanks to the age of half of the things the Agency got sent out to kill, and the rest of it was damaged beyond repair. They definitely still had their charm... She wouldn't have stolen them otherwise, but they hardly seemed, uh, appropriate for this magical nonsense. She'd probably need the highest grade of material she could for a proper ritual, not some busted up old junk.
Aaah, maybe...
Struck by a flash of inspiration Ava hopped to her feet, and hurried over to her bed. If she remembered correctly, she'd left the souvenir she'd picked up from that famous movie studio under here somewhere, and...
"Aha!" After a few more minutes of searching, Ava let out a cry of victory and lofted a small, engraved ring above her head. Even though it was coated in a year's worth of dust, it gleamed in the early-evening light of her room. Perfect. A grin took over Ava's features, and she slipped it over her finger. This thing was definitely of the highest quality, top of the line, straight from the team that'd done the props for the film itself, and had set her back the price of a car, so there was no way it wouldn't do the job.
Not sparing a moment to tidy up the mess she'd made, Ava hopped from her room, and nearly jogged her way down to the ritual site. It'd all been set up well in advance, to the point where dust had already begun to fall into the engravings of the summoning circle. Treading heavily across the room, Ava made a beeline for the stack of notes that the boss had left behind. It was mostly just a bunch of crap about 'potential candidates', or whatever else that woman was trying to scheme on her behalf, but that wasn't what she was looking for. If she remembered correctly, there also should've been a copy of the chant she needed in here.
And there it was, written in that painfully familiar, overly cursive handwriting. Ava cleared her throat, and took a deep breath. It seemed simple enough. There were no weird, made-up sounding words, and despite the handwriting, it at least wasn't written in some long-dead tongue. All she needed to do was remember the all the basic stuff the boss had taught her, and this'd be easy; And so she begun to speak, a symphony of light, dust and wind filling the room as her voice reverberated throughout its cobblestone walls.
LostHaven
i assume this is a good rolling
You assume correctly. At least you are somewhat a competent master, I see. I haven't completely approved of you yet, though!
Oh come on Faf. We’re all friends here, right?
Enjoy the absence of a ceiling~
Hmph~ Why would I become 'friends' with worms of your caliber?!~
And who have you permission to call me 'Faf'?! It's Fafnir, F - A - F - N - I - R!
Ok, calling you Faffy from now on. Also, this is a nice space for chatting and civil discussion. Don’t ruin it with your desire to look cool.
Aw, you sure. Might as well stay up since no real reason to sleep for like, 2 hours.
