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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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[It squirms in her no doubt strong grip. While at first it was merely using its own body, very soon it became very clear the thing had teeth. Despite its metallic, golden body, its teeth looked about as real--and as sharp--as a great white shark's. No obvious threats, however. It is only about a little bigger than a cherry stone, after all.]

[Nearby, Allen finally notices that she has taken a hold of his familiar-like companion. He soundlessly panics.]

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[Even with the sharp teeth, Saber isn't worried. She frowned at it.]

Cease that before I crush you. I am not in the mood to play games with metal beings.

[And cease it does. Charisma rank B did its job well. It still remains soundless. It might not even be capable of speech.]

[Allen, meanwhile, relaxes a little bit.]

[With the thing calm, she gives it a stern look.]

Now, I will release you, but you will listen to me. The Royal Crown of Britain is not a perch. You will not use it as such again. You will not like the consequences if you do.

[And then she opens her hand.]

[It takes swift, silent flight around the room.]

....

[While reclaiming his golem was the idea, Allen is hesitating; he's not often seen Tim get used to someone so quickly.]

[er, wait..."Royal Crown of Britain"?...Who is she?]

[Ol' Timcanpy soon finds a more harmless place to land, on the chest nearby. Conveying about as much emotion as a faceless creature of magic is allowed. Although it does seem rather fixated on Saber Alter...]

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[She watches it fly around and once it has landed on something unimportant, she rolls onto her side, back to the door, and curls her fingers about the crown. She should put it away, but she doesn't. Not yet. She continues to look at it for a bit longer.

...then she'll put it away and forget about it.]

[This would be the moment to reclaim Tim, thinks Mr. Walker...]

[He holds his arm forward and tries his hardest to get its attention, losing himself in his thought in the process.]

("Crown of Britain". What did she mean by that? She's from where I'm from, and she looks no different than any other person. Minus her commanding tone of voice, her pale complexion, and her overall attitude in general, Saber wasn't quite extraordinary--

--oh, wait...

People from all walks of life are here. There's definitely something extraordinary about her. But what?) [As if by fleet of the moment, Timcanpy spots Allen and flutters around before landing on his hand. Mission complete, he takes two steps away from the door and speaks quietly--]

Try not to get yourself lost in this place, Tim.

[Luck would have it that when Saber turned to see where the flying golden thing had gone, Allen was already out of sight. She pushed it from her mind and resumed her conflicted thoughts.]

[He froze for a bit, but relaxed a few seconds later.]

That was a close one. [He smiled in relief as Timcanpy took its usual spot on top of his head.] Could you imagine how mad she'd be if she saw me, Tim?

[After hesitating a moment, it nodded.]