Berserker . The Masterless Servant

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Sir Lancelot's final memories of the Tower as he knew it last are all Darkness and Fire. But then, many of his own memories of Life and the War both carry a similar distorted taint. He recalls a Madness not his own, and a merciful Death. He recalls a brief respite-- a few lost days in his Master's company before Death took him once again. Suddenly, in that moment, as one struck by an arrow from afar. Or by some poison.

On his second rising, even the air of the place seemed changed, his own senses seeming to have lost their compass for a the space of a breath. Only that little time needed pass before he missed his Master-- and indeed, their bond is broken.

Berserker has wandered since as Mist and Shadow, and sometimes as Himself unseen. Content, for the time being, to watch as events play out before him. Without Kariya Matou, he feels less substantial, and less the more human Self that he had shared with his Master in this Place. Strange and Fae, he goes where his Will takes him.

...

The Graveyard - Here, he lingers by his Master's grave. He has avoided this Place, as it has nothing to show him that he does not already know to be true. Still, the sight of Kariya's grave marker is a painful one. A reminder that in the end, he failed his Master-- in every way a Servant can.

The Meadow - This was his Master's favorite among the Tower floors, and indeed it was here they met again after having been taken from the War. Here he is sometimes unseen, but today he stands beneath the false Sun, his back to the entrance, unguarded.

The Cathedral - Once a Holy Knight with a Blessed Weapon, Sir Lancelot does not enter the Sanctuary, but wavers just within the threshold-- as if in debate with himself over whether to enter or no.

Room 1-10 & Environs - Those he shares rooms with may find him sat on the edge of his bed or checking the contents of his Trunk. He may also be encountered in the dormitory hallways nearby.

Comments

[bowandblade]

[Archer looks coolly at Lancelot at his commentary, but goes back to grabbing the other goblet he had received before closing his trunk. He takes a seat on top of the trunk while he pops the cork on the wine bottle.]

Not even you will vanquish my boredom, Berserker. The best you can hope to do is alleviate it for a short while -- perhaps until this countdown ends, if you are lucky.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[With a glance of interest at the wine, Lancelot offers his goblet.]

Aye, that would be a work of Luck indeed-- to run out the Clock in such a manner.
I shall do my best to Satisfy.

How came you by this Bottle, if I may ask?

[bowandblade]

[The cork is set down on the trunk before Archer begins pouring the wine -- first for himself, and then for Lancelot. The bottle clinks against the floor as the king sets it down beside the trunk, safely tucked away while the wine is tasted.]

There is a floor in this place that resembles a bar. Once in a while, some intact bottles can be found there.

[He smirks, looking at Lancelot as he takes a sip.]

Consider yourself fortunate; I have already tested whether or not this wine is poisoned.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Ever resourceful.

[Gilgamesh has already drunk, as is his right, being a King. Yet Lancelot still lays a gloved hand upon the Archer's wrist, staying it a moment as he raises his own goblet in a toast.]

To Fortune, then, and to your Health-- and to Glory, whatever befall us here before the End.

[bowandblade]

[He pauses when Lancelot stops his wrist, ready to lift a brow at the unexpected touch. But he's distracted from any words of annoyance by Lancelot's gesture, to which he snorts in amusement.]

Glory. What a thing to think of when the rest of the world is supposedly dead.

[Despite that, he smirks at the taller Servant and lifts his goblet as well. A king toasting with a knight not his own was worth a faint laugh.]

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Lancelot lifts one brow in an amusement he shares-- and then his cup, from which he drinks deeply.

Glory is eternal, I reckon-- and also a thing much sought after by Knights. Let us call it the Habit of a Lifetime, and I'll beg your pardon.

Your cellars are fine indeed, Gilgamesh.
Tell me, have you forgiven me my absence-- or should we drink until it is forgotten?
[He proffers his mostly empty goblet in anticipation of another pour.]

[bowandblade]

We are not so well-acquainted that I will forgive you over a single cup of wine, foolish knight.

[He picks up the wine bottle again and tops off his goblet before offering it to Lancelot so he can pour for himself.]

This "habit" of yours may see you through another lifetime, if this Tower somehow manages to end everyone within it.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

It may indeed. But I fancy it more likely than not that you will see another Lifetime of your own, Gilgamesh.

[He takes the bottle, quaffing the Last from his goblet before refilling it. He gives a narrow, amused smile to the Archer, but does not return the bottle just yet.]
Wine makes for closer acquaintance, surely-- and so if we do finish your bottle, it will not be long before you have Forgiven me.

Tell me then, to where would you Wish to Return, could you go straightaway?
[Without asking for Leave, he seats himself by the Archer on his storage Chest. He is all attention.]

[bowandblade]

[His laugh at Lancelot's gall is short but definitely amused; he doesn't make any move to allow Lancelot more room, instead returning to his wine.]

Where would I go? That depends on the state of things. If my own world is somehow restored, I will go back there. If not, I will look for another world with a Grail War to partake in.