in the end it doesn't even matter!!

[nohurryforglory]

Characters: Saber and YOU!!!
Setting: Room 1-01, floor 22, and floor 15
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match what others reply with!
Summary: Clearly the tower doesn't have enough Sabers.
Warnings: Likely to have spoilers for Fate/Extra I guess?!

ROOM 1-01;

[It's one thing to wake up out of sleep paralysis. It's another to wake up in an unknown room. It was another just to even wake up given all that had happened, but all of those things were just minor details in Saber's mind as she stood up and looked around. More importantly, she looked at herself.

And what she was wearing.

Sorry roommates, if you were sleeping or just happened to be chilling in the room, there is now one ungodly and furious screech coming from the newest member of the room.]

FLOOR 22: ART GALLERY;

[Obviously the thing to do when you wake up somewhere weird is check the place out, right? Find out where she is, where she can go, if there's anything neat around here--all that stuff. In this case though, a certain newcomer seems a little too invested in investigating the tower...

Or in other words, Saber can be found critiquing the pieces in the art gallery i.e. yelling loudly about how much better she'd be able to do.]

To think this is what they call art in some worlds! Had I but a brush and a canvas, I would paint a masterpiece finer than anything this dreadful tower has ever seen. Umu, to not enlighten those here with what true beauty is would be the greatest tragedy.

FLOOR 15: WORKSHOP;

[And sadly enough, that's exactly what she does... After scouring the tower in search of material, Saber ends up in the workshop with a few different canvases in front of her. Curiously enough, the subject of the paintings seems to be the same person, albeit in different poses and unfinished states.]

What an unsightly state this is. To capture Praetor's beauty in paint is far more difficult than I had imagined. There are too many ideas, too much inspiration! If a picture is worth a thousand words, a thousand paintings would never be enough for her. [That's one way to worship the ground someone walks on... Regardless, she continues to speak aloud to herself while painting.] However, as difficult as this may be, a challenge shall only make it all the more rewarding. After all, I am the only one capable of completing such a challenge!

Comments

[nohurryforglory]

[That's enough to make her regard this odd lookalike with a bit more wariness. She knew Hakuno?]

She is my master, my beloved praetor, and the person whom I have sworn to protect and fight alongside. That is the interest I have in her.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber is silent for a moment. 'Praetor'? A Roman. :| ]

That does explain why she believed I you.

[nohurryforglory]

[Just remember man, the Romans might have invaded but they helped improve Britain in the long run...!]

... she mistook you for me? [HAKUNO WHY Q_Q okay well no the resemblance is too much to ignore, but she's still not all that happy to hear that.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Details, details... Same could be said of any country Rome invaded. It doesn't mean she has to like the Romans.]

Indeed. She was concerned what had happened to me given the alterations in my appearance.

She was quite upset.

[nohurryforglory]

Oh course she would be upset! Umu, the very idea of me turning into something like you is nearly enough to make me shudder as well. [She likes her bold and flashy colors man, just wearing this black nun outfit is depressing by itself.]

[scorchedchivalry]

Watch your tongue, Roman. Given the right circumstances you could follow the same path, become what I am. I once had golden hair and green eyes as well.

[Her eyes narrow.]

You owe me your precious master's life. Remember that.

[nohurryforglory]

I know not of how you became as you are, but make no mistake, our paths could never become so similar. ["Once had"? So she used to look different, less like walking death perhaps? ... well, whatever the case, she had no real interest in it.

BUT WOW that sure does make her grit her teeth. Maybe she was lying? Alas, she probably had no reason to; the only thing Saber could do was ask Hakuno herself.] Assuming you speak the truth, at least.

... however, you have my thanks if you do. [It was shameful to know now that her master had been here for so long without her, especially after having sworn to serve and protect her. What kind of Servant was she for not being here the moment Hakuno was as well?]

[scorchedchivalry]

A knight does not lie.

[She raises her head, nostrils flaring a little at the accusation.]

I require no thanks. See to it that she does not fall upon hardship from now on or I will hold you responsible for her suffering.

[As for some damned reason, she had grown somewhat fond of the idiot girl.]

[nohurryforglory]

An emperor has no need to heed the words of a mere knight. [Being spiteful for the sake of being spiteful? YOU CAN BET ON IT, but she really doesn't like this other Saber.]

Oh, rest assured, there is none other who could protect her better than myself. As long as I am here, my master will be as happy as can be.

[scorchedchivalry]

I am no mere knight. Some day you will learn this, Caesar.

[That's what all the Roman emperors were called, right? Yes, that's what she recalls. Why this Servant is giving such information away so freely is beyond her. Saber turns to leave then pauses, looking back at the other Saber.]

You make seven. I suspect that means it will begin again soon. Do not get in my way; I have no desire to make Hakuno cry.

[And now she starts to leave.]

[nohurryforglory]

[A few details mean nothing like that in the long run, especially considering that Saber had no intention of starting partaking in a Grail War here. Besides, what did being the seventh have anything to do with it? You could have hundreds or just two if it was for the Grail War.

Regardless, she doesn't even turn to look back at the other Saber to give her reply.]

Then I expect you to stay out of our way. [And with that, she coolly returns to painting.]