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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!

[Cafeteria]

[laughingpressurepoint]

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

[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.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber takes the moment to swallow before speaking.]

No.

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

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.

[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.]

[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."

[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.

[scorchedchivalry]

Saber scoffed, a dark smirk touching her lips.

"The Hound does not remember the Sword who's heart his lance could not penetrate? Pathetic."

wow, the poor dudes in the cafeteria must be getting heart attacks by now

[puppy_lancer]

From what she says, it seems that she's most likely a Saber. But there was only one Saber who had the power to dodge his Gae Bolg, and this girl was definitely not his Saber.

"Sorry, but if you're gonna bluff, make it more believable. Otherwise, it just sounds really funny, especially when it's coming from a cute girl like you."

[laughingpressurepoint]

Not much of a reception, is this ...

[doesnotgetit]

[Enlightenment? It certainly seems like something dramatic that Saber would say. Always had a flair for the drama, she did... but she said it so plainly, so unlike her normal attitude. And her voice was different...]

... I don't understand. You were right there with me, in the end. You were still normal then, and that was right before I woke up here...

[Could something odd have happened to her as she was being absorbed back into the Moon Cell?]

Eh, they'll get over it.

[scorchedchivalry]

Saber immediately ignored the comment about her being a 'cute girl'. She'd heard enough of that kind of talk from her former master. She was a knight, not a woman and certainly not a 'cute girl'. She did step forward, head raised as she met Lancer's eyes.

"A Servant of the Saber class does not bluff. I am a knight. I would think Ireland's Son of Light would remember that," she scoffed, stepping away from the table.

[scorchedchivalry]

Will you answer me a question?

[laughingpressurepoint]

Well, I don't know about that. You can ask, alright, but I don't know that I'll know the answer for it.

[scorchedchivalry]

...

[This wasn't Shirou. She could not have been 'right there' with her before she was taken into the Shadow and shown a better path by Sakura.]

You are mistaken. I stood alone at the end.

[scorchedchivalry]

Why am I only allotted... oatmeal?

Lancer would like to declare that it's not his fault

[puppy_lancer]

"Oy...you sure know plenty about me."

The killing intent coming from him increases.

"Too bad I can't remember any of our past history. I might've enjoyed it."

It's not just knowledge that she has. It's the way that she openly declares that she can dodge his Gae Bolg. Had it really failed on her? The weapon that could invert causality itself.

[laughingpressurepoint]

Honestly, I don't really know why that is. It... it's only been a little while since I woke up here.

[doesnotgetit]

No I'm not.

[Her voice, which had been wavering and unsure up until now, is firm as she says this.] We were victorious in the war. You were by my side after I made my wish... when I was waiting for it all to end. I know I'm not mistaken!

Saber says the mullet is the cause of his shitty Luck Rank

[scorchedchivalry]

"Far more than you know of me."

As it should be. Saber had always taken great pains to hide her true identity. She would still never understand why Lancer had used his Noble Phantasm so early on her and then run after failing.

"I doubt you would enjoy recalling your defeat, your demise or your cowardly master. I would like to know how you survived. Your soul was consumed by the Grail; you shouldn't be here."

[scorchedchivalry]

There are far more enjoyable meals than oatmeal. If I am forced to endure another meal of oatmeal, I will not be pleased.

[laughingpressurepoint]

You'll get more out of talking with other people, I wager.

Hey, watch it--D is a perfectly respectable luck ranking!

[puppy_lancer]

"...Saber."

His voice drops to a harsh whisper and his killing intent spikes yet again.

"What did you just say about my Master?"

Yes, Misaya could seem cowardly or sneaky when compared with Masters who fought in the open. But it was her style, her "elegance" as she had called it. The elegance that came with never dirtying her hands directly until absolutely needed. It had been from necessity as well--there was no way she could have fought another Master openly when a curse was rotting her body from the inside out.

In everrything else besides combat, Misaya had proven herself to be a brave person. Her last moments especially were still fresh on Lancer's mind.

He could stand insults against his own honor to a certain degree, but he couldn't stand for this insult against Misaya's memory, especially from a Servant who could not possibly known anything about her.