Forever is a pretty long time

[prototyper]

Characters: Ayaka Sajyou and you!
Setting: Pretty much everywhere the entire week.
Format: Action, but I'll match ~.
Summary: Ayaka's been waiting for prince charming. Ten year later, that bastard has yet to show up.
Warnings: Nothing right now, other than a very angry tsundere.

Doorm floors / around 02-17
[ To be perfectly honest, Ayaka's lost track of the time she's been at the tower. But she knows she's been waiting for a long time. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for her real servant to come along. But that day never came.

She was lonely. She was a twenty-seven year old girl waiting for some dumb servant. How childish.

For the most part, Ayaka hung around the dorm floors. There was nothing to really explore. She was sick of this place. Right now, she's leaning against a random wall and staring off into space. Maybe you should try and talk to her? ]

Floor Twenty-five
[ This place again. There's not much going on except for Ayaka sitting. Occasionally, she'll mumble to herself though the words are pretty unclear. However, the next few words are actually clear! ]

I should have never gotten involved with any of them. I'd rather fight ten Holy Grail Wars then spend a damn minute in the same room as them.

Graveyard
You really have forgotten about me, haven't you?

[ See Ayaka. See Ayaka talking to a particular gravestone. She's sitting, her knees up to her chest as her eyes cast downwards. She knows the gravestone won't answer back but all of these years of built up frustration is starting to finally get to her. ]

Whatever. I don't care anymore. I knew I lost you a long time ago. Lancer isn't a good servant either. He doesn't care about me anymore and neither do you.

[ She buries her face in her knees. ]

I don't care... I don't care... I don't care...

Around the tower.
[ Feel free to spot Ayaka anywhere else in the tower. ]

Comments

Dorms

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber had kept an eye on the girl since she first arrived, they first talked, but that was it. She wasn't the Servant the girl wanted and, to be honest, the King of Knights had her own issues to deal with. Ten years hadn't changed Saber much, but she had a harder time deciding what was right and what was wrong as the corruption continued to eat into her heart.

Her eyes were sharper, the mark of Angra Mainyu more visible, but she was still a knight. Still king. And that meant maintaining her silent watch of the strange girl that had once been the master of a rightfully male King Arthur.]

I know I am not him in the sense you recall, but I am here should you want me for anything.

[prototyper]

[ She manages to snap out of her daze once Saber's words hit her ears. Truthfully, they didn't speak so much. At the mention of her own Saber, she frowns a bit. Well, at least one version of King Arthur was still around. Sadly, she wanted her version. ]

Thank you, Saber. I apologize for being a burden to you, though.

[scorchedchivalry]

You are not.

[Saber offered her hand.]

Though I believe you should not be sitting here staring into the wall as if it were a mirror that can show you what you wish to see.

[prototyper]

O-Oh... I guess you're right.

[ And she takes her hand. ]

I've been in such a daze lately... [ Lately? More like "ten years". ]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber pulls Ayaka to her feet.]

Has the Hound not been tending to you?

[prototyper]

Lancer and I don't really talk much these days. Maybe it's for the better.

[scorchedchivalry]

Has something happened? If I must discipline him, I shall.

[prototyper]

S-Saber, you don't have to do that... It's not really his fault..

I guess the years have changed us. [ She felt like a burden to Lancer, but she didn't want to admit this out loud. ] People grow distant. People change, and we're both victims of that.

whoops

[scorchedchivalry]

I understand that, but you are his Master, are you not?

[prototyper]

I am. [ Though she wasn't too sure these days. ] I think he knows I can take care of myself, so he only checks in if he really needs to.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber frowned.] That is not the way a Servant to treat his Master.

[prototyper]

I guess you're right... I think I've been pushing him away though, with my negative feelings.

[scorchedchivalry]

Then allow me to ask you this: why are you still his Master? We do not require prana from a magus to exist here. Why tie yourself to him so?