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

[oforder]

[ Wilhelm raised one of his hands. On a nearby table, that began vibrating, a small, black orb appeared, surrounded by distorted space. And there, as it faded, would be the Compass. ]

This the Compass of Order and Chaos. It allows me to know all possible futures by following the movements of the collective subconscious. Though, I cannot track the Administrators with it.

[nohurryforglory]

Such a peculiar device... [At that, she lets out a short laugh.] Of course. Allowing you to track their own movements with this would only make things too easy, wouldn't it?

[oforder]

It might. Thankfully, I do not need it for that. The others who inhabit this Tower are doing that for me.

[nohurryforglory]

Naturally. [She can't say she's surprised at that at least.] It would seem then you are in a position of power relatively similar to your last.

[oforder]

That is not exactly correct. [ In his universe, at least at his time period, he was the CEO of the two largest corporations in the galaxy (though one was under an alias) was manipulating almost every major faction with any real power, had near absolute control over the galactic economy, and had significant clout with the Galactic Federation due to being its former executive committee director, but his term expired. ]

That said, I barely need to do anything, here. All I need at the moment is patience.

[nohurryforglory]

Patience for what then, might I ask?

[oforder]

For the Administrators to appear, again.

[nohurryforglory]

And what shall you do when they reappear? Threaten them, force your way to return home? Or perhaps engage in a friendly chat.

[oforder]

Attempting violence on them has resulted in failure every single time, has it not? [ He shook his head. ]

I shall simply observe. While they are all unpleasant, I have noticed subtle differences between them. [ She should be able to see where he is going with this. ]

[nohurryforglory]

[A nod. She can't say she really likes this guy, but at least she doesn't seem outright hostile anymore...] As fine a response as one can be, it would seem. Unfortunately, I cannot say I have the same sort of patience myself.

[oforder]

I existed before the protozoa that would eventually become your most distant ancestor. Patience was something I learned long, long ago.

[nohurryforglory]

[She snorts.] You must feel as if you have all the time in the world.

[oforder]

Not quite. My existence is tied to that of my universe. If it is destroyed, I will cease to exist as well.

[nohurryforglory]

You actually believe that?

[oforder]

I do. I was born from the collective subconscious' will to live. If it dies, so too will I.

[nohurryforglory]

... why on earth would an entity such as yourself ever become a Roman emperor then?

[oforder]

To lay the groundwork for something far more important than ruling one of four empires on the planet existing at the time. Something you, yourself, contributed to.

[nohurryforglory]

How flattering to know I contributed to your grand scheme. [The sarcasm is strong with this one... But I mean come on, it's kind of weird to think that your life aided in some bizarre plan for the universe or w/e. Or at least in this guy's world and all.]

[oforder]

It is not merely my scheme. Your contribution has ensured humanity's survival.

[nohurryforglory]

Oh? And what is threatening humanity's survival in your world? [since as far as she knows humans have decayed pretty badly in her world already]

[oforder]

In a way, humanity itself. In others, something humanity has foolishly forced onto itself through their carelessness.

[nohurryforglory]

Unsurprising. Humanity as a whole tends to lean towards self-destruction.

[oforder]

That is precisely why the collective subconscious willed my existence.

[nohurryforglory]

Oh? To be some sort of savior for them?

[oforder]

In a very loose sense of the word, perhaps.