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Characters: Saber (Alter) and You!
Setting: Dorms (Room 1-09), Graveyard (floor 48) and Forest (Floor 32)
Format: Starting Action, but I'll match.
Summary: A 'gift' from home makes Saber think on the past maybe a bit too much.
Warnings: none expected, but remember no superpowers on 32nd floor

[Dorm]

[When Saber had seen the basket of food, she was quite happy. After having been ill and with the limited food, she'd barely eaten anything all month. Of course, being a Servant, she didn't require food, but she so did love to eat. And then she saw what kind of food it was in the basket - things she hadn't had since she walked the hills of her homeland.

It made her go to hide it in her trunk and that's when she saw it. Wrought of the finest gold, sparkling sapphires inlaid into the band... it was her crown. The royal crown of King Arthur. She picked it up and held it before her, pale eyes drinking in the treasure. She could tell it was hers and not a reproduction; a king knows his crown.

Walking away from the trunk, she hesitantly put it on her head. It fit as she remembered, the weight as it should be and it rest perfectly. And then her eyes widened and she snatched the crown off her head. No, no, no, she didn't want to be king anymore. She wanted to reset things, change her destiny... redo the selection. Save Britain from herself.

So it was laying on her back holding the crown above her, turning it slowly in her hands with a distant look in her eyes, Saber would be found in Room 1-09. The door was half-open, unnoticed by Saber, as she thought about the past.]

[Graveyard]

[Saber walked through the graveyard, past stones, until she came to one that was broken. In rubble at her feet - the letters S BE visible in a few pieces - she stared down at the stone. She now knew who this grave belonged to. It was her own, but not her own. And so, thinking she was alone, she spoke to it in a quiet voice.]

A battle has been fought and is now over. Place your sword upon the ground and rest in the temporal peace. After dozing in the warmth of a dream, a new day will begin. The days keep passing by...

And we still chase the same star we once saw.

[Saber folded her hands into her greatcloak and bowed her head.]

Forest Floor 32]

[To clear her mind, Saber chose the forest where she felt the most human. Here her prana was quiet and she had to rely on skills and knowledge learned from her childhood, her time as a squire, and not the might of a Heroic Spirit. It was calming.

Quietly, she moved through the forest, downwind, as she tried to sneak up on a grazing deer. She was close, waiting patiently behind cover, when something made the deer raise his head, antlers brushing the branches above. And then it took off, having noticed whoever came upon Saber in her game of skill.

Sighing, she stood up, revealing her concealed presence.]

...great.

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Even less common for the reasons she does. [And Saber has no idea she's recently arrived in the tower.]

And offal is not for everyone. The Franks tended to like dishes featuring brain. I wonder if my vassal knows how to cook it, though I am unsure if the idea will offend her sensibilities; she is young.

At the very least, you can use the brain to aid in tanning the hide if you intend on doing so. But if you have no wish for the antlers, with your permission I would like to take them.

[He gives a nod. Shiki knows jack about the Franks other than she probably meant French or something. Weird.]

You can take it. Like I said, I don't have much use for it. Do you like that kind of decoration?

I will not be using it for decoration. Antler can be used as medicine or in knife handles.

Another thing I don't think I'll be needing either of. I guess that means we're still clear.

It is for others. I also do not have a need for such, but there are some under my care that can make use of it.

May I borrow your sword? I need only the antlers and I am currently without my own.

[Since no powers means no summoning of noble phantasms. And really, she doesn't want to rip them off the head with her strength in front of this man.]

[He pulls his sword back out and tosses it over to her.]

Sure, here you go.

[She catches it with ease, kneeling down to cut the antlers free.]

Thank you.

[Then she looks the blade over once done.]

You're welcome, for what little those words are worth.

Politeness is appreciated. It makes it hard to accidentally offend.

[After examining the sword, she offers it back, holding onto the blade so he can take the hilt.]

I am Saber.

Satsujinki.

[That was the title he preferred anymore, given to him by all sorts of people. He grabs the sword and slides it back into the sheath at his waist.]

Japanese.

[She tied the antlers together so they could hang at her waist without getting in the way.]

That would be the language that word belongs to.

I was referring to you. You look Japanese and the name you give me is the same. What part are you from?

I don't live in Japan anymore.

[More specifically, he doesn't want to say either way. The less leading him back to home, the less people back home will have to deal with the consequences of his actions.]

And I am not from it, yet I have been there. Twice.

[She waves her hand dismissively.] I was simply wondering if we had been to the same place. It is not important.

It really isn't. Because, right now, we're both here.

We are. Do you hunt often?

Only when I need to.

Good. [She looks over the deer.] That will last you a while if you can find proper storage for it.

I could just smoke it and make jerky. You don't need complicated things for that.

It is not as enjoyable as jerky.

Having food in your stomach is better than worrying about the taste.

I must disagree with that. But that comes from my own unique circumstances.

Are you the type that'll only eat a little bit of good tasting food over a lot of normal tasting food?

I am the type that does not require food, so when I eat it is for the taste.

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