You look over your new angelic form and can't help but smirk at the irony of a God Slayer being transformed into an angel, the servants of Gods. You can't really complain though, after all, this was far better than being mere almost nonexistent fragments scattered across the whole of creation and perhaps even beyond. You do note that the planet feels distinctly off to your new senses and it makes some part of you shiver in disgust as you feel a great darkness practically strangling the light of this world. Also, you note that the local natural satellite was broken and the fragments weren't falling down upon the planet, you might need to see why at some point. Oh right, Summoner, you had honestly forgotten her while trying to get a read on the situation. She looked happy, though you can still detect that confusion from earlier. Maybe she wasn't trying to summon you, or your new form wasn't what she was suspecting if she tried to intentionally summon you. Given your history and what those left in the wake of your conquest might say, you find that you really wouldn't be able to blame her if it was the second option.
And now your Summoner and what you assume to either be her mother or sister were talking to each other in a completely unknown language, actually no...it was quickly starting to make sense and suddenly you can understand them perfectly! It took you a few seconds to remember that angels had an inbuilt universal translator that just need a few words to get a whole language. You decide to listen as the older sister, now identified as Winter, asked how your Summoner, whose name was Weiss, had managed to call you forth, a question you yourself had been wondering in truth. But, it would seem that your summoner didn't know either and you ended up learning something about her ability to summon. It required her to defeat an opponent for her to even attempt to summon them, and by defeat you mean kill. It would actually seem that your salvation from an eternity of being nothing but pieces spread across the infinite was a fluke, a very beneficial accident....
Yeah, no.
Something else is at play here, but before your thoughts can fully leave the ground a feeling of...something trying to dispel you, but failing to do so. Your Summoner looks confused and the feeling returns, though this time you decide to push back and try to speak. "Hello, could you please stop that. It is somewhat irritating." Apparently you aren't supposed to be able to do that, if the shocked looks on their faces were anything to go by.
You may need to run damage control before someone does something stupid. Nope, too late, that's a sword going through your head, well...Shurk'Nag bollocks.
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....Well that was rather unpleasant, though you seem to be in a small room rather than that pavilion from earlier, and there's your summoner, looking actually a little terrified for some reason. There three other people there too, and a small dog that bark happily at you. You decide to wave hello instead of talking. Your Summoner didn't do anything but look like she was going to faint at any second now, and the only one to return your wave was a girl with black hair with red tip and...silver eyes? Uh, that's different....it occurs to you that for all your charisma, you have no idea what to do.
Your power of charisma has failed you! You need to think of something and fast.
-[] Summon a Unit? Might impress them and not get your face stabbed again.
-[] Try to start some small talk? That works right, right?
-[] Poke your Weiss in the face, maybe that'll do something?
-[] Write In.
QM Note:...So you bombed that roll hard enough to get stabbed in the face by Weiss in a moment of pure panic...I'm not sure if this is going to be a trend.