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Saber (Alter) | Reul's Right Hand ([personal profile] scorchedchivalry) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-09-13 07:22 pm

Who never doubted, never half believed. [CLOSED]

Characters: Saber (Alter) and Rin Matou
Setting: 29th floor
Format: Prose
Summary: In the hedge maze, Saber encounters Rin in trouble. This isn't the Rin she knows.
Warnings: violence and Type-Moon characters (will update if needed)


There was a crispness to the air as Saber stepped into the hedge maze. It was both refreshing and odd as she knew she was inside a tower, yet this floor registered to all her senses as being outdoors. Whatever light source there was hung low in the sky, making her wonder how the daylight cycles worked. Was it a regular twenty-four hour cycle like on Earth or did it vary from floor to floor? If she wasn't so infuriated with the public access network, she'd ask others their opinion using it. Yet, despite Ruler's own experience and suggestion for the knight to use it, Saber found she wanted to drive her sword through those that she talked to on it.

Useless thing.

As angry as she'd been, Saber had stormed out of the dormitories and off to explore the tower. She'd heard there were monsters that roamed the place; perhaps she would be able to vent some of her anger on something stupid enough to attack her or someone hapless around. In her anger, she'd forgotten that she'd agreed to take Hakuno with her when she explored. Not that she needed the healing support. If anything in this tower was such a challenge that she needed healing, either it was another Servant or something no one should be engaging without a full company in support.

Several minutes into the maze, Saber stopped and tilted head up. Something was brushing the edge of her senses, fainter than the breeze, that was resonating within her. But that wasn't her biggest concern right then.

Blood. She smelled blood.

That distinct tang cut through the natural greenery and drew the knight just as it would hungry predator scenting what could be wounded prey... An easy meal. Turning deliberately down the next leg of the maze, more touched Saber's senses as she tried to zero in on where it was coming from.

A dead end greeted her, as did the musk of something distinctly non-human. Yellow eyes narrowed as the visor descended over them. One hand barely touched the side of the hedge maze while the other held Excalibur as she headed back the way she came, choosing a different path.

Less headstrong... more cautious. She didn't know what she was going to find. Yet.

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