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[scorchedchivalry]

Characters: Saber (Alter) and YOU!
Setting: 9/7 (Dorm 1-09, Cafeteria, 4th Floor)
Format: Prose or Action (I will match your preference)
Summary: Saber wakes up and isn't happy about her predicament.
Warnings: possible violence


[Room 1-09]

From with 1-09, there was a loud crashing sound and anyone capable of sensing energy will have just felt a big spike from within the room. Those investigating - roommates or others passing by - will find the door ajar and half the furniture turned over or blown back from the black armored knight standing in the center of the room. An ominous-looking black sword with glowing red markings on it was held down at her side, a visor covered her face and she had her free hand grasping her collar (violet in color).

It seems someone just woke up.


[Cafeteria]

Sitting at a table was a young woman with pale hair and yellow eyes in a black dress. She had three empty bowls sitting before her and was starting on her forth bowl of oatmeal. As she ate, she watched anyone passing by with a look of disdain.


[4th Floor]

Saber stood at one of the windows with a rigid posture, looking out over the land outside the Tower. So bleak... Her eyes narrowed. Where in all this was her master. Someone was providing her ample prana.

The knight paused to glance over the lounge and the others taking a rest for a moment before walking to the other side of the floor and gazing out those windows in case there was anything different to see.

There wasn't.

Comments

4th Floor

[doesnotgetit]

[Hakuno had just been passing through, going about her business as usual. It was only by chance that she glanced off to the side on her way to the stairs...

... And she freezes when she notices someone oddly familiar. Her clothes were different, nowhere near as flashy as her normal dress, but there was no doubt who that was.]

...Saber?

[Aaaand she's running over now, and oh god there are tears in her eyes already, but she's not bothering to stop them.]

Saber!

[scorchedchivalry]

[Upon hearing her name, Saber's head comes up and she turns to see who is calling for her. She didn't recognize the dark-haired girl that was bearing down upon her, but she did recognize the emotion.

Automatically, her hands came up to catch the girl barreling at her. The girl was in distress and it was a knight's duty to--

Tch. She hated feeling those dredges of chivalry tugging at her.

She said nothing, waiting for the girl to identify herself, staring up at her with those eerie yellow eyes.]

[doesnotgetit]

[Those eyes... those eyes definitely unnerve her. There nowhere near Saber's usual color...]

Wha... What happened to you?

[Despite the odd chill creeping down her spine, she doesn't back up. Her trust in her Servant is absolute, so any thought of possible danger doesn't even cross her mind.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber's gaze was unwavering, staring into the eyes of the girl before her.

What happened to her? What a question to ask... She didn't know this girl and was confident her contract with Sakura hadn't affected her memory at all. Was this girl a child she'd once encountered during the Forth Grail War? She was certain she didn't remember this girl, but she couldn't recall everyone she'd ever come into contact with before.

No. She didn't know this girl. How did this girl know her? Saber did not let go, keeping her hands on the girl. She would not reveal her confusion and wait to see if this girl would answer the knight's unspoken questions for her.]

Enlightenment.

[Cafeteria]

[laughingpressurepoint]

[>:( right back] Sorry, is there something on my face?

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber takes the moment to swallow before speaking.]

No.

[The look on her face doesn't change.]

[laughingpressurepoint]

Not much of a reception, is this ...

cafeteria

[puppy_lancer]

"Shit, nutrition bars and oatmeal again."

Lancer grumbles as he looks over the food. Just as he turns to leave, he feels a strange sensation. It's like there's another Servant here. But this Servant feels very...different from the one who he had met previously.

Slowly, he looks around, hoping to spot this other Servant. His eyes finally fixate on the girl eating the fourth bowl of oatmeal.

"Huh...yet another one..."

[scorchedchivalry]

The spoon halts halfway to Saber's mouth and her eyes immediately zero in on the Servant she felt. How was he--?

"Lancer."

Eyes narrowed, a murderous intent flooded the cafeteria as Saber set her spoon down and got to her feet. She didn't materialize her armor, knowing she didn't need it unless Lancer summoned his Noble Phantasm. Despite not knowing this wasn't the Lancer she'd fought before, that blue hair, build and voice was unmistakable.

[puppy_lancer]

At first, he's confused about how she seems to know him, but then he remembers the matter of different Grail Wars. He glares back at her, his killing intent rising to match and even eclipse hers, if only by a little.

"Heh. Seems I'm quite famous around here. Too bad I can't remember your name at the moment, little lady."

[starofpleiades]

[Kazumi is coming through the cafeteria to go cook (as usual) but she stops when she sees Saber. There's a lot of people she doesn't recognize but not many who would eat four bowls of the required oatmeal!]

Wow, you must really like that stuff!

[scorchedchivalry]

[Pale yellow eyes shift from the bowl to the girl as she swallows her mouthful.]

Not particularly, but they are limiting me to just this.

[starofpleiades]

Oh! Well, if that's the case, I could make you something. I was going to go do some cooking anyway.

'sup roomie |D; (totally not late to this what are you talking about)

[sageprincess]

[Well. It seems like someone has finally taken up Her Imperious Condescension's old bed.

The only thing the Princess of Hyrule can really do when looking in at the wreckage of Room 1-09 is stare. And blink. And wonder at what point did the half-destruction of her room became only a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.

Goddesses above she's been here too long.

Zelda doesn't say much of anything to the black knight that is apparently her new roommate. No, instead she simply steps over the debris on her way to her bed and begins calmly putting her things back where they belong. Sure, the ominous sword and aura is worrying, but at the same time... she roomed with fishhitler for months.]

There's no such thing as late^^

[scorchedchivalry]

[The knight tugged on her collar once more before her head slowly turns to focus unseen eyes on the blonde woman that was in the room with her. The sword did not move even a fraction, but her hand did lower from the violet collar as she watched the other occupant begin cleaning up the mess caused by the knight's minor temper tantrum.

A long minute of scrutiny passes before a cold voice of indeterminate gender speaks.]

Do you know the purpose of these devices about our necks.

oh good /o/

[sageprincess]

[If Zelda feels any discomfort at being so closely watched, she does not show it. But that is not to say she is oblivious to the knight's actions. Pointed ears listen to her carefully, prepared to move should the other make to attack.

But if she can avoid it, she'd love to, and so she remains calm and seemingly unguarded.]

Unfortunately, no. Our captors have not seen fit to enlighten us on their purpose, despite several requests to do so.

Cafeteria WHOOPS...

[faithstaynight]

[Another Servant. She could sense it. There were more showing up by the week, it seems... and though it was not particularly required of her now, Jeanne still wanted to meet them all. Keep tabs on them, just to make sure they don't do anything to the innocent people around them.

So she makes her way down, down, to the very bottom of the tower. Like with the odd Master and her Servant, she tried to appear as least threatening as possible; keeping her posture relaxed as best as she could as she approaches, keeping to her civilian clothes instead of her armor...]

Is something wrong?

*baps*

[scorchedchivalry]

[She'd felt the Servant drawing closer, but maintained her posture until the woman approached her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell she didn't recognize the woman, leading her to believe that this was a new War - the sixth - as she had at least sighted all the Servants of both wars of which she had been summoned.

Setting her bowl down, Saber turned to face the woman and crossed her legs, her noble bearing evident in each movement.]

You are not one that I know.

ow ;3;

[faithstaynight]

[Wait a moment... that noble air, that appearance... there were several other things that are different, but could this really be...?]

That is because I am not from your war. I am Ruler, overseer of the Holy Grail War currently being held in Shinjuku.

Cafeteria

[oforder]

[ Wilhelm's encounter with his Shadow had... actually managed to shake him up a bit. And that was not easy to do. Wilhelm was used to seeing people die, used to causing people to die, used to destroying entire planets and discarding peoples' lives, all so that humanity might be spared some kind of even greater disaster in the future.

But something about that meeting with his shadow... it was the first time in several thousand years that, for once, he actually questioned himself. Not what he was doing, or the Eternal Recurrence, mind you - he'd do it a thousand more times if it meant preventing the activation of Anima. But himself, as a person.

He had been reading a book he found in the library, in the cafeteria. Even though Wilhelm didn't exactly require food, he sometimes ate for pleasure, like Yeshua did. And the food here, while not being the five-star quality food he sometimes indulged in for appearance's sake simply by virtue of being the wealthiest person who ever lived in his world, was probably its only real saving grace. It wasn't from his own world, and that alone was enough to pique his interest. One book down, an entire library's worth to go.

And that's when he noticed Saber glaring at him from a few tables down. Was she glaring at him, or was it because of this thing? Judging from that black dress, and yellow eyes, he actually expects her to be another Shadow. Just what he needed. Great.

Well... best get this out of the way, then. Even though he had taken to never letting the Compass out of his sight (not because someone would steal it, but because anyone dumb enough to try would die instantly just from touching it when the entire collective knowledge of every living thing in the universe filled their mind all at once), Wilhelm got up out of his seat, and took a seat across from her. ]

You wish to speak with me.

[ It's a statement - not a question. ]

{ OOC: Also, would you mind tagging <a href='http://oforder.dreamwidth.org/604.html#cutid1">this permissions post?</a> }</small>

[scorchedchivalry]

[It had mostly been the artifact that has drawn Saber's attention. She'd been trying to figure out what it was from her memories, but she was starting to think it belonged to a time after hers.

She swallowed her spoonful as the man approached her, set the bowl down, and wiped her mouth. Her eyes turned up to look at him as she shifted to face him more, legs crossing.]

Sit and tell me more of this place.

;___; my coding failed in the last post

[oforder]

[ Ahh, yes. The Compass. Figures that's what she would be interested in, when it was probably even older than the Holy Grail. Not as old as the Zohar, of course; but older than Zarathustra, at least. Wilhelm tilted his head for a moment, and began. ]

It is a tower that we cannot leave; not even through death. It is lorded over by various 'administrators.' As for that collar... it is mostly harmless, and only seems to be monitoring our vitals and collecting information about our various abilities. It will only harm you if you try to escape, or attempt to remove it.

dorm room

[heartfeltfancy]

[Trouble. Okay. Trouble. This wasn't something entirely foreign to her, not anymore. Whenever it became apparent there was "trouble", something cracked, something slipped into place in her mind. A mask fell into its usual place.

So when she enters her room to casually check if her trunk is alright, she wears a small smile, and doesn't seem afraid in the slightest.]

Excuse me, miss, who are you?

[scorchedchivalry]

[The knight turns toward the girl that enters, face and eyes obscured by the mask. She looks the girl over a moment before answering. Her voice is cold and despite her build, it alone doesn't confirm her gender.]

You may call me Saber. Who are you?

[heartfeltfancy]

[She nods curtly.]

Madoka Kaname. I seem to be one of your roommates here, Saber-san.