[1] OPEN - INTRO

[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

[scorchedchivalry]

[The pressure instantly disappears as the knight immediately stood straight, placed the sword point down before her as she faced Zelda, and bowed her head just as any knight would to one of royalty. Yes, Saber was a king, but she'd forsaken her rule upon being shown a more realistic path.]

The pleasure is mine, Your Highness.

[Her visor retracted to reveal pale yellow eyes as she looked up at Zelda.]

You may call me Saber.

[sageprincess]

[While Zelda is slowly getting accustomed to the kind of attention her title demands, it still takes her by surprise every once in a while. Especially from someone who had been radiating dark intent not moments ago. She blinks, but smiles through her little moment of stage fright.]

Very well, then, Saber. Though I must say such formalities are not necessary, especially if we are to live in such close proximity. I would not wish to inconvenience you by prompting you to stand at attention every time I am in here.

[scorchedchivalry]

[At the request for less formality, Saber relaxed her stance and dismissed her sword.]

I can accommodate as you wish, Your Highness. Forgive me the mess I created. I will see to it that it is all returned to its proper locations.

[She then cocked her head a little.] I beg you to overlook any rudeness in this question, but are you of the fae?

[sageprincess]

[She's half-tempted to joke that worse things have happened, but decides against it. Better to not make the newly-arrived black knight any more anxious than need be.]

Fae...? [That, however, gets a headtilt in return.] No, I am afraid I have never heard of such a term. The people I belong to are called Hylians.

[scorchedchivalry]

My mistake then. You possess features similar to the sidhe - the noble race of the fae.

[sageprincess]

[For a brief moment, she tries her tongue at pronouncing "sidhe" quietly to herself... and fails miserably. Whoops.]

I see. Would you mind telling me a bit about them? You are not the first to have said that my people appear similar to another, so I must admit I am curious.

[scorchedchivalry]

The fae are curious beings. They are beings of magic and also of great power. The true essence of magic is at their command and I have never encountered any with more wonder. They are both good and evil.

[Saber gestures to her own bed.] If m'lady would like to sit while I clean my mess, I can speak more of the fae. They are a people of duality, of a caste system, a Summer Court and a Winter Court.