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testrun_box2012-02-13 09:46 pm
burnlikelivestock) wrote in testrun_box2012-02-13 09:46 pm
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For imperial_saga
[Just as a note, since this game is an AU, from here on out, Luca Blight will be referred to as Rider. He's one of the Seven Servants summoned in the Holy Grail War.]
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[The time and location has been designated for a duel. ... Or rather, the situation was that Rider issued a time limit. If the time limit isn't met in time for it, then Luca threatened he would "grow bored". As misfortune would have it, that's exactly what happened.
Rider has chosen a countryside for the battle. Corpses of farmers lay scattered across the fields along with their families and livestock. It's safe to say that there are no survivors at this point. Rider is at the center of the village, sitting just on the stone corners of the well. He holds in his hand the decapitated head of the one, poor fool who tried to oppose him.]
... Hey. You made it on time.
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[A meeting with the Master!
Wherever Rider is, he's sitting leisurely on a chair. He has a glass in his hand filled with red wine. The bottle is just next to him. Whether or not you drink, he doesn't care all that much. But even he has his simple pleasures, although the drink of spirits compares little to the taste of war that he's accustomed to.]
So, then, I don't think we've ever talked too intimately before. You've begun to interest me.
I saw inside your eyes a deep darkness. You see those pigs for what they are. And you're aware of it all.
... So tell me. What's your wish? What desire could be worth denying six other people of their dreams by slaughtering them thoroughly?
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[The fighting has subsided for a while. The duel has finished and the results... have one way or another been undesirable. Rider left with his life... or perhaps, you've left with yours. The man is certainly difficult to kill and no matter how many hits that surely would have been fatal he took, he still stood.
The fighting ends, but... in the courts of whatever kingdom you serve, you see the same armored, imposing man walking across the same hallway you're in. Rider gives an evil smirk, certainly noticing you. But he says nothing. No. He wants to see simply... how you react.]
1.
[The time and location has been designated for a duel. ... Or rather, the situation was that Rider issued a time limit. If the time limit isn't met in time for it, then Luca threatened he would "grow bored". As misfortune would have it, that's exactly what happened.
Rider has chosen a countryside for the battle. Corpses of farmers lay scattered across the fields along with their families and livestock. It's safe to say that there are no survivors at this point. Rider is at the center of the village, sitting just on the stone corners of the well. He holds in his hand the decapitated head of the one, poor fool who tried to oppose him.]
... Hey. You made it on time.
2.
[A meeting with the Master!
Wherever Rider is, he's sitting leisurely on a chair. He has a glass in his hand filled with red wine. The bottle is just next to him. Whether or not you drink, he doesn't care all that much. But even he has his simple pleasures, although the drink of spirits compares little to the taste of war that he's accustomed to.]
So, then, I don't think we've ever talked too intimately before. You've begun to interest me.
I saw inside your eyes a deep darkness. You see those pigs for what they are. And you're aware of it all.
... So tell me. What's your wish? What desire could be worth denying six other people of their dreams by slaughtering them thoroughly?
3.
[The fighting has subsided for a while. The duel has finished and the results... have one way or another been undesirable. Rider left with his life... or perhaps, you've left with yours. The man is certainly difficult to kill and no matter how many hits that surely would have been fatal he took, he still stood.
The fighting ends, but... in the courts of whatever kingdom you serve, you see the same armored, imposing man walking across the same hallway you're in. Rider gives an evil smirk, certainly noticing you. But he says nothing. No. He wants to see simply... how you react.]
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I see you managed to escape your well-deserved death yet again.
[Eleuseus whispers as he passes]
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"Oh. I believe you've left a patch of grass over there unscorched. Let me get that for you." He drops a wingful of some kind of powder onto the spot in question and then flicks the metal-shod talons of one foot across it. It promptly bursts into a rather colourful fire.
"There. Might as well make a clean job of it."
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[ For a moment Yuna looks... perplexed, as though he hasn't even thought of it. Then his expression turns thoughtful for a moment, before deciding to answer the monster that he's summoned. ]
It's so difficult to decide, I may just settle for immortality.