>>5312476>>5312551>>5312587<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">"Now that I'm a 'Master', what can I do with these magical markings?"</span></span>
"Those Command Spells are among the highest grade of Magecraft, allowing you to empower, summon, or command even such powerful spirits as I- yes, even my glorious self. While certain commands odious to the Servant in question can be resisted or subverted due to ambiguity or going against a Servant's inherent nature, those that are most specific and least complex are the most effective. They cannot cure wounds, but they can knit them for a second, bring a Servant to peak fighting condition, and if you are alone, you may order your Servant to come to your aid. Speak the words aloud with intent, and the spell will be expended. You will most likely not obtain more, by any means. In any case, your Servant should respect you as their anchor to this world... but they may disagree with you, if you are being idiotic, or haughty, or disrespectful yourself. There are ways to change Masters, as well. Of course, someone as skilled as I is obviously able to do this."
The gravity of using such a precious and powerful resource is not lost on you. Three squares. Once they're gone, you're in peril, but not dead. And you confirm what you suspect, that it doesn't let you command anyone else's Servant, so Assassin won't take your orders unless you plead your case to her. You still can't see her face, but when you see her hands holding the sleeping Berserker, you notice she's wearing black gloves. Is she just a consummate assassin, or is her hidden appearance hiding some sort of distinguishing feature? You can see an easily-identified Servant as a weakness, and wonder if Saber is just trying to protect Marie from betrayal.
"A-Anyway," Olga says, "We need to scout out these other Servants, and coordinate the defeat of their Masters. Preferably alive, but-" she puts on a hard face. "-we can't assume they'll be willing to give up what the Grail can do. It's a source of functionally limitless mana, the sort of thing any developed mage dreams about."
"That's part of why I picked you," Woods tells you, as if he can't help explaining himself. "Even if you had a wish, you're not developed enough in Magecraft to achieve it, making you a safe bet. You also have a good heart, so there's that."
Boy, he seems to be going out of his way to piss people off, huh? Rider glares daggers at him, obviously not convinced by the backhanded flattery.
Sion, being one of the other ladies here, reassures you, "While he didn't say it, you also have good Master affinity for a magus of your power. Despite his opinion, you weren't selected because you wouldn't know how to betray everyone else. As of now, you're one of us, and have a say in our decisions."
>"Thanks, Sion. Want to form a group?">"Frankly, I don't give a damn what he thinks.">"Rider and Twice seem like the soft-hearted kind of person too.">"He's cute, so I'll let him get away with it this time.">[Write-In] 