towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Luke (and his cheagle) and open to all!
Setting: Meadow floor, Saturday afternoon
Format: [Action] spam
Summary: Luke left his broken sword in the Meadow because he was more worried about Yu than he was about it. Now he needs to find it and see if it's worth saving, in addition to the feels that come with it.
Warnings: Feels, man. Just FEELS.

[Luke frowned as he shuffled around the meadow, keeping his eyes on the grass as his booted feet brushed back and forth through it. He hadn't gone back to collect his sword right away, more concerned over Yu's safety and what the fog could be doing to everyone than his weapon. Now that the fog was gone and everything seemed to be back to normal, he had the time to spare to look for it. Only problem was trying to find it; he couldn't remember the exact location he had dropped it, if it was even still there. For all he knew someone picked it up to get it out of the way.]

[Amnon, his little pink cheagle, was curled up on his shoulder, ears wiggling as he sniffed the air. He suddenly let out a surprised, "Mieu!" arcing up, before jumping off of Luke's shoulder and darting through the grass. He paused at a spot, before jumping up and down, shouting excitedly. Luke ran over, spotting the glint of metal from a few feet away, and dropping to the ground to pick up his damaged weapon.]

Hey, see if you can find the tip.

[Amnon let out an excited, "Mieuuu!", shooting off into the grass as Luke stayed where he was, leaning back to sit on his feet as he examined the blade. It was pretty well toast; a good portion of the tip had snapped off, and cracks and stresses in the metal were littered all along the break, extending down into the sword. Even if he tried to use it again, it would only be a matter of time before more pieces broke off.]

[He sighed softly, letting his hand run along the flat of the blade. Would it even be worth keeping anyway? Master Van had given this sword to him... and...]

[I didn't lose my childhood. I didn't have a childhood to lose!]

[Luke shuddered at the memory of his shadow's words, feeling tears starting to well up in his eyes. He raised his hand, rubbing at them furiously; dammit, he had cried enough after he recovered from the attack. He wasn't going to do this anymore, no matter how much the thought of Master Van lying to him hur--]

[...dammit, there went the tears again. He let out an aggravated noise, flailing before fighting furiously against his face.]

[Clearly, he needs a distraction.]

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[Luke took a breath, before steeling himself, the resolve showing on his face.]

I know that, but it's what you said... about not having a family any more.

I might have only lived for seven years... but dammit, I have those seven years of being loved by my family with me. I may have questions, a-and I may not like the answers, but I can't just say they're not my family anymore.

[He straightened himself, not out of royal arrogance like he would before, but out of pride for the people that raised him, no matter how much he failed to show his appreciation for their efforts.]

I am Luke fon Fabre, son of the Baticulean Duchy, heir to the throne of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.

[His expression softened slightly, a bit of a smile working it's way onto his face.]

...I appreciate your offer, I really do. I'm sure I could learn a lot from you... but this is something I need to find my own way through.

[Saber nodded, silently pleased with Luke's response and the feeling behind it.]

I respect your decision.

[A heavy pause as Saber frowns for a brief moment before raising her head up and meeting Luke's gaze.]

As you have given me your name, in accordance to the chivalric code, I must give you my own. My name is Arturia Pendragon, heir to Uther Pendragon, and the king of Britain.

Arturia? That's pretty.

[He tilted his head curiously.]

Why do you hide it?

Because to know my identity places me at a disadvantage in regards to the war I take part that exists in my home world and has carried over to here. My legend on my world is well-known and to know my true identity is to, let us say... tip my hand.

I prefer to go by Saber.

Well... I'm one person that doesn't know your legend. I mean, I don't even know what a 'Brittan' is.

But I'll still call you Saber if that's what you prefer.

From you, as long as it is not over the public network, I will accept Arturia. Just avoid using my surname.

[Luke grinned at that, giving her a nod.]

Sure thing.

Then I shall return to my own training.

[She says this as she summons her sword - again unseen - and the distortion by her hand reappears]

And you shall return to whatever you were doing.