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!

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[Eventually Saber reaches the same piece, and she actually nods in approval at it unlike most of the other things she's seen here. (Granted, it'd probably help if she knew not all of the weird horrible stuff was made from the tower and likely not actual artists... Anyways.)]

At last, I come across a true artist! [And thanks to the infodump the Grail gave her before she even recognizes the name!!] It was quite exciting to learn that more artists rose to fame after my own time, even if it was somewhat secondhand information. I had always wanted to see one of this Vincent Van Gogh's paintings in person!

[Nodding to herself yet again YEP this guy was good. Seeing as how there's another person here though, she turns to Wilhelm.] And what would you say of the work before us?

[oforder]

[ ... Nope, definitely not the Saber he met before. But nearly identical except for the outfit and eyes. They even wore their hair the same way. Interesting. ]

Van Gogh was an interesting man, though I believe he suffered from an eye condition that caused him to paint those auras around the objects in his paintings.

[ ... Wait. He says that like he actually knew him. ]

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Perhaps it is the fate of all artists to suffer from various conditions... [She's muttering mostly to herself, but her migraines suck ass man--ANYWAYS.] You seem rather familiar with him. Would you be willing to tell me more?

[oforder]

He always claimed that he painted his portraits exactly as he saw them. Of course, he was not as interesting as Richard Wagner. It was difficult to find a record of his music in this Tower, though I am thankful to have done so.

[ Wilhelm turned to face her, finally, finishing his glass of wine. He tilts his head, looking at her curiously. ]

Are you, by chance, a twin?

[ Just his initial guess. ]

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He saw the world in an exquisite manner then. [She's a bit less familiar with the new name though.] Richard Wagner? He was a musician, correct?

[She lets out a sigh.] No, I am not. However, I am aware there is another here running about with my visage.

[oforder]

A composer, yes. [ Close enough. ]

I see. That is a very odd coincidence. [ Perhaps too much of one. If there's one thing he's learned about this place, it's that there's no such thing as a coincidence. Everything here happened for a reason, though the Compass had difficulty tracking it. ]

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An unfortunate one as well. To be mistaken for that gloomy, sullen girl all day has been nothing short of a bother.

[oforder]

If you are not the same, might I ask who you are, then?

[nohurryforglory]

I am Saber. Of course, as if to further mock me, that girl also carries the title of Saber. [THIS DISPLEASES HER GREATLY OKAY she's the best Saber!!]

[oforder]

How frustrating that must be for you.

[ Wilhelm takes another sip of the wine, and looks over the painting again. It already starts to change. Because this floor's messed up like that. ]

Is the title of 'Saber' supposed to be exclusive?

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[Staring at the painting changing because WHOA NEAT, give her a sec to answer as she stares in fascination....]

No, not at all. I've shared the title of Saber with many before, I'm sure, though I have only met one other Saber personally. However, that girl feels like a mockery, as if someone attempted to make a living doll of me.

[oforder]

If it is a title, then... what is your name?

[ If only because he's curious. The picture shifted to showing another one of its atrocities; that being a rather gory scene involving a bunch of lions mauling execution victims in a Roman Colosseum while the audience cheered and threw things at them from the rows of seats. Wilhelm showed no visible reaction to this. ]

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[Saber lifts an eyebrow at first before almost smirking, as if amused by the painting before her. Sure history didn't look back on such festivities so kindly anymore, but it entertained her people, and that was all that mattered.]

As irritating as it is to share not only a face but a title, it is one that suits me just fine. My name is not needed here.

[oforder]

You enjoy this painting.

[ He says that without even turning to look at her. It's hard to tell if he enjoys it, however, as he didn't even show any form of reaction as the picture began changing.

He examines the picture just a bit more closely. He doesn't seem to be looking at the violent bits as much as he was the various characters themselves. As if he's trying to identify them. ]

The year this is meant to represent is the year seventy-six AD. One of the first years the Colosseum was active shortly after its construction. It was built by and for Emperor Titus Flavius Caesar Vespasianus Augustus. However, twelve years before this painting took place, construction on it was set back by the Great Fire of Rome. Do you know what happened shortly after that?

[ Wilhelm turned back to face Saber directly as he asked this question. Clearly, this man is very knowledgeable about history. Perhaps even too knowledgeable. ]

CRIES I'M SO LATE I'M SORRY

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[Despite her amusement at the previous painting, the more Wilhelm talks, the more carefully guarded her expression becomes. He's speaking with a bit too much familiarity with the subject than she was comfortable with.

Upon his facing her however, she easily returns to her usual flippant attitude.]

Not at all. Shall I assume you will enlighten me?

[oforder]

Emperor Nero attempted to destroy it.

[ You shouldn't have asked, Saber. Wilhelm takes a sip of his wine, finishing the glass. His hand begins glowing, an in a small, dark bubble - not as much black in color as it is a complete absence of light, like a black hole - and when it fades, the glass is gone. He then folds his hands behind his back. ]

I was not interested in the power plays between the two. I had a far more important target to keep track of, for it would be another century before I could execute the next phase of my plan.

[nohurryforglory]

[WOW WILHELM WOW though on her part, Saber does manage to keep any hostility she might feel from showing on her face--though she does raise an eyebrow at the whole disappearing glass thing.

More importantly though.]

Oh? You speak as if you were there yourself. [WHO ARE YOU DUDE.]

[oforder]

Astute observation. [ He finally turned to face her, one hand folded behind his back. ]

Me reign ended seventeen years before the reign of Nero began. Pannonia, Dalmatia, Raetia, and eventually, Germania. I needed them secured to lay the foundations for Nero's rule, and by extension, the persecution of the Christians, leading to the foundation of the Roman Catholic Church. Ormus was founded several thousand years later. It was integral to my plans.

[ His face was entirely devoid of any expression as he said this. It was as if he were giving a history lecture, rather than telling a piece of his own back story. ]

I have been known by several names throughout history, though the one you are most familiar with is 'Tiberius Julius Caesar Augustus.' Today, I am known simply as 'Wilhelm.'

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What are you? [It would be one thing if he was a Heroic Spirit--after all, no one expected Nero to be living out of time, yet here she was. However, she couldn't feel anything like that coming from this man.] Of all the ridiculous things I expected to hear, I did not count a claim of being Tiberius himself to be among them.

[oforder]

There are only two people in my world who are capable of defining me. [ He took a few steps towards her. ] One of them is Yeshua. The other is Mary Magdalene. But you already know them, don't you?

[ Wilhelm folded his hands behind his back. ] I do not wish to be your enemy. Quite the opposite, actually. It is because of you that one of the largest pillars of the success of the eternal recurrence were put into place.

[nohurryforglory]

[NARROWING HER EYES AT HIM EVEN MORE because seriously what is up with this dude... Since when was Tiberius some immortal weirdo she doesn't remember stuff like that.]

Oh? How flattering to hear that you are so sure of my identity already. [Okay no she knows he's got her beat on that but PRIDE!!]

[oforder]

I did not believe it at first, either. [ Because he could have sworn Nero was a guy. The painting behind him began to change yet again, this time showing an extremely graphic scene of a crucifixion. ]

There is little that I do not know of, even here. [ Except he's already pretty sure this isn't the Nero from his universe. ]

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[More of those weirdo Christians... She looks on with a flat expression, still wondering what he's trying to get at.]

Then I must ask: what do you know?

[oforder]

I could tell you, perhaps.

[ Not necessarily, crucifixion during the time of the Roman Empire was about as common as hanging in the middle-ages. Especially for poor nobodies who commit crimes. ]

But wouldn't you rather that I show you?