Scene #5243: A Familiar Sight

Owner	Pose
Ainsley	It's a cozy little spot in Summer. Ainsley is wearing a modest one-piece swimsuit with a sarong and everything, the lizard woman apparently putting together a sand... person? Standing about five feet tall is a humanoid form made of compacted, damp sand. It has eyes of iridescent seashell, hair of seaweed and it seems an array of strange patterns etched into its body. It's child-like in proportions, that sort of feeling amplified by the little smile drawn in its cartoonish face. It seems very friendly, an odd sight for a beach to be sure. Ainsley must've been working on it for a while, judging by the disturbance of the sand around her. This is what she invited Berserker to see... It's not immediately clear why she's building this. At least the beach is nice and the sun is warm and not oppressively hot today.
Frankenstein	It's been a long while since she went out to do things with her Master, this latest escapade finally being invited to a beach! So here she is after being told she was able to come over now. The Berserker Class Servant, clad in her white two peice swimsuit, showing the obvious stitch marks of her being put together, she makes her way to where her Master is, tilting her head slightly on her way. Her Bridal Chest is still on her back, never seen without it, and htis was no exception. When she makes her way to where Ainsley is, she waves slightly, slowly. "Master." she starts, "I... am here." she wanders around her Master, tilting her head a bit at the thing that she was building. "Master? What... are you making?" she moves to kneel down towards the sand person, "What is this?"
Ainsley	"You'll see," Ainsley says, the cryptic tone she has probably familiar. She has such an odd smile on her face. When the lizard woman is done, she stands up, and she rests her hand on the sand figure's shoulder, and her eyes begin to glow softly. A strange, incredible power fills the air before the a single word is uttered. And when she does speak, it's... Ainsley speaks a primal concept, a magical phrase, and it solidifies in reality. A feeling of warmth, life and fulfillment washes into the air like a gentle breeze, and magic warps the air around the sand-based construction that she made. Its figure distorts and changes, the sand solidifying into something like sandstone, the shell-like eyes taking on an emotive appearance, and the smile flattening out and turning into a strange black line that will be a moving shape to represent its mouth when it speaks. Seaweed hair grows into place and hangs down loosely over its face. The golem comes to life. A shuddering, crackling noise, as its body moves, and its five-fingered, sleek stony hands lift to its wide, shiny iridescent eyes. It stares at its own fingers, waving them, flexing them. It pulls its feet out of the sand, more vague and stump-like. ("Hmm..." Ainsley peers down at the featureless feet, realizing she overlooked a detail.) When it speaks, it speaks in an ancient, African-like language, but its voice is soft like a sea breeze. "Hello," it says to Berserker. Ainsley makes an indicative gesture to the golem and smiles to Berserker knowingly, her eyes searching the Servant's face for how she'll react to this revelation.
Frankenstein	'You'll see.' Berserker blinks at this cryptic phrase, but the tone... the tone felt familiar... a worrying familiarirty. Not only that, the magic that fills the air doesn't feel familiar but she keeps her eye on her Master's hand and the sand golem. She backs slightly away to let Ainsley do her work, after all, Ainsley was very powerful in what she did, she didn't want to mess it up with her own lightning. THough as the words are spoken, she watches everything that the construction is doing... the warping... the distortion... the emotion it's starting to show. Berserker's eyes go wide and her mouth opens but no voice... she watches the new Golem gome to life, looking around, examining itself... and it speaks. Berserker looks at the golem... then looks at Ainsley... "M...aster?" she turns back to the golem, tilting her head. "H...ello." there's a slight look of unease, but in that, there's a look of hope... did she really have to continue in the Grail War now?
Ainsley	"Why?" Ainsley gives a startled look to the question the golem gave to her. The lizard woman stares for a few seconds, and the golem stares back. "... what do you mean?" "Why have I been created?" Golems typically have a purpose, and magical beings like this that just appear in the world with no prompting or idea of what they should do would naturally look to their creator. That kind of question is a heavy one, and Ainsley glances aside at Berserker, remembering the story of the unfortunate doctor Frankenstein. "I will be honest with you. Beings are not usually born with any great purpose. That meaning is one you have to find for yourself, and I can't promise that any one meaning will be your whole truth. You may not find what you're looking for, most mortal beings don't. At most I can guide you with what I know of the world, of a meaning colored by my own experiences." The Golem frowns softly, its eyes lowering to Ainsley's feet. And then it looks back up to her and sees her confident stare again. It seems satisfied by her answer. "Yes," the golem says, and it turns away from its creator to address Berserker. "Is she another...?" it inquires. Ainsley says, "Yes and no. I did not create her but she is similar to you in a few ways. She's searching for her own meaning." And then Ainsley makes a gesture from Berserker toward the sand-based golem, and she turns to walk away and leave the two of them to their own devices. "Play nice," she says as she walks off.
Frankenstein	Berserker watches this scene unfold, the girl confused a bit at all this. Between her Master and The Golem... more so as it asks the question... She doesn't say anything, letting Ainsley speak on this while the Berserker walks around the Golem curiously. "Why...?" she questions, slowly and lightly... "You're... just like me. Looking to find... your way in life..." she frowns a bit, "And maybe someone to be like you." She gives a nod to Ainsley "I... will." she replies to the request, looking towards the golem again... kneeling down. "Hello. I... am Berserker." she comments. "Are... you really like me?" she pokes lightly. "What... is your... name?"
Ainsley	"I don't yet have a name," the golem tells Berserker, "But ..." It looks down at its hands, and tells Berserker, "I like 'Shore.'" The golem then bends down to pick up a shell and discovers it contains some kind of crab creature. This startles the golem, who drops the shell and then places a hand to its face and kneels to peer at the shell in a worried fashion. The gentle creature reaches out to nudge the shell with a finger. It doesn't seem to have a gender. Its voice is ambiguous. "I don't know if I am like you," Shore admits, the golem only a few minutes old. "Can you show me the land?" Shore stands up and holds out its hand to Berserker, smiling over at her.
Frankenstein	Berserker nods. "Shore." she gives another nod, looking at the startled nature of the golem when it picks that crab up. She tilts her head and stifles a light giggle. "That... is. A crab." she comments, it's slow but she conveys it the best she can. She looks at the outstretched hand and she looks at it. Her master wasn't around, but she could still feel her Mana... so she could get her in a pinch if she needed. "We... were both made. We... both... have to find... our place. I... have a war... to win." she gives a bit of a sigh before looking at the outstretched hand again and the question. She grasps the hand gently, her slightly warm hand holding that sandstone hand. "I... am Frankenstein." she comments, giving the golem her true name. Her Master knew her true name when she got summoned... "Call... me... Berserker." and with this, she starts to move, "Let's... go explore. Master is near, she will keep... things at bay."
Ainsley	The sandstone hand has bodyheat. There's a faint magical warmth. This is very much a living creature. Shore beams at Berserker, apparently appreciating the introduction. It follows along, its footsteps having a certain weight to them. It's warm, but it's still made of stone. Its skin shines somewhat, the crystalline sandstone skin made entirely of bonded quartz. The truth of the matter is that the golem just wanted to go for a walk, and doesn't have anymore questions. The two of them probably wander the beach, poking at various beached sea creatures to the child-like wonder of the golem creation, giving Berserker some innocent time with another creation without any sort of pretense forced on them.