[ ooc: Okay then I'll start us off! Let me know if this needs any changing. ]
Rage. A facet of a soul that exists in all beings across creation. Some are born and made from it - tasked to keep the violent cycle spinning, others torn down and rebuilt by it - giving their everything for it for their vengeance or some misguided form of clarity. Some use it as a tool, fueling their strength for a cause, king, or self - to end fighting, to protect others, to gain freedom. It mattered little of what, why, or who - it all comes back to one undisputed fact. Rage can change the world. So what then happens when a being - a soul - is brought back from the beyond, its peace taken away and given back its rage?
He didn't understand at first. He was drifiting off into eternity, awaiting the quiet darkness when suddenly, his feet were anchored to the ground. Cold stale air filled his lungs as blood flowed through his veins. Two sensations he hadn't felt for what felt like a lifetime. Then came knowledge, information being forced into his mind like a jar being filled with water. A war, a wish, seven masters and seven servants, the world, the era - the Grail. Then a second passed as he exhaled, sighing softly as he understood and open his eyes - striking blue like the ocean illuminated by moonlight - calm, clear, and cold, but hiding something terrible beneath.
He glanced around the room, trying to adjust to the sensation of having a physical form once more, before settling his gaze on a lone human. He can feel some power from her, power that's feeding into him from something on her hand. Command seals, he understands. He smiled amidst some intrusive thoughts of how he can get those seals off of her if at all possible.
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Rage. A facet of a soul that exists in all beings across creation. Some are born and made from it - tasked to keep the violent cycle spinning, others torn down and rebuilt by it - giving their everything for it for their vengeance or some misguided form of clarity. Some use it as a tool, fueling their strength for a cause, king, or self - to end fighting, to protect others, to gain freedom. It mattered little of what, why, or who - it all comes back to one undisputed fact. Rage can change the world. So what then happens when a being - a soul - is brought back from the beyond, its peace taken away and given back its rage?
He didn't understand at first. He was drifiting off into eternity, awaiting the quiet darkness when suddenly, his feet were anchored to the ground. Cold stale air filled his lungs as blood flowed through his veins. Two sensations he hadn't felt for what felt like a lifetime. Then came knowledge, information being forced into his mind like a jar being filled with water. A war, a wish, seven masters and seven servants, the world, the era - the Grail. Then a second passed as he exhaled, sighing softly as he understood and open his eyes - striking blue like the ocean illuminated by moonlight - calm, clear, and cold, but hiding something terrible beneath.
He glanced around the room, trying to adjust to the sensation of having a physical form once more, before settling his gaze on a lone human. He can feel some power from her, power that's feeding into him from something on her hand. Command seals, he understands. He smiled amidst some intrusive thoughts of how he can get those seals off of her if at all possible.
"Good...evening, I assume. Are you my master?"