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[caliburnt]

➥ Ｉ．

[ For whatever reason, Saber has a pact with you. Since she's been summoned here, it might be a good idea to talk to her regarding whatever plans there are in store. Yet, she doesn't seem too thrilled with the idea of communicating with anyone, much less her chosen Master. She'll plop down lazily, the heavy armor making more of a thud than her tiny body usually would make, and keep her gaze level with the floor. Her sword isn't with her today; a good sign usually, but it may have been used earlier in the day. Regardless, there's surely something for a Master and Servant to discuss... right? ]

➥ ＩＩ．

Mm. [ Was that a noise to show content? ] This meal is halfway decent.

[ No matter if she's in a restaurant or the dining room of an ally, Saber's comment still stands. That's honestly the best compliment she'll ever give. With a handful of whatever is being served, she'll eye the chef carefully. ]

You can do better. [ Munch. ] Much better. Ensure that the next meal is anything but a waste of my time or else.

➥ ＩＩＩ．

[ It's the obligatory 'we are in a fight and you are more than likely losing' scenario. There always has to be one of these and Saber's much more impressive than one might think. With blackened armor that covers her from jaw to toe and trails of prana leaking out along the ground, she's quite the formidable foe. Whatever her fight, whether it's to defend the righteous or to destroy it, she hardly seems as though she'll back down. Armed with her trusted blade, she waits with a minimal amount of patience for the next attack. ]

➥ ＩＶ．

[ While one might think a king from the twelfth century would face great difficulty settling in a modern setting, Saber seems to be doing just alright. In this world, she can be found doing a number of various tasks: riding a motorcycle, secretly fawning over a cute plushie on display in the mall, working at a maid cafe (what, it pays the bills), or walking around at the local zoo. Now is as good as a time as any to approach her! ]

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[meidokay]

[Kay looks rather sad as she prepares her next shot.]

...I'm sorry, my liege.

[Mentally, she is cursing the Grail War ,that not only placed them on different sides, but robbed her beloved lord of her reason. No, not just her lord, her sister]

I'm sorry, Arturia.

[But it was her duty as a Knight of the Round Table to protect innocents and eliminate monsters, even if the monster is her little sister.]

[caliburnt]

[ Unfortunately, Saber Alter was not brought into this realm with the same skill set as a Lancer, so projectiles are damn near impossible to dodge. Especially with heavy armor like this. It's easy enough for her to use bursts of prana to send them away, but it was starting to wear her down. ]

Do not call me by such a name.

[meidokay]

Fine....Wart.

[She just can't help it. For a second, Saber's irritation reminded her of the familiar scenes in Camelot.]

[caliburnt]

[ ... ]

No. [ Oh no she didn't. ] You cannot...

[ Why do elder siblings always piss off the little ones? ]

[meidokay]

Can't what?

[She has regained her normal teasing expression.]

Aww, I can't call my dear little sister by her childhood nickname? I thought we went over this before, your Majesty. In my heart, you will always be Wart.

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[maguskiller]

[That's my motorcycle.]

[That's my motorcycle!]

/RUINS ALL THE THINGS

[caliburnt]

[ Vroom, vroom. Does Kerry wanna ride bitch? Because there's no way Saber can squeeze in behind anyone with dat chest armor. ]

YOU BROKE REALITY

[maguskiller]

[Oh no. He's good. Just leave.]

[But know he will be here when you come back.]

HEROES GOTTA BREAK THINGS...

[caliburnt]

[ If he wants it back so badly





he's going to have to ask her for it. ]

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[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer is staring at the girl with his mouth dropped open. After a few seconds, he finally speaks.]

Holy shit. That actually worked!

[Though he held the qualifications to be a Caster, he had been summoned into the Lancer Class. However, it had not stopped his Master from ordering him to use his superior magecraft skills to try to summon another Servant so as to give their team another advantage.]

[caliburnt]

[ ... this is probably an insult of some manner, isn't it? She eyes the man who's apparently called her into this world, the spiritual bond between them strong already. ]

I feel crippled. [ Boldly spoken. ] Why have you brought me here when you are not fit to be a proper Master?

[puppy_lancer]

Because my Master told me to. Wasn't sure how well it was gonna work since my specialty is runic magic, but is seems that I did manage to summon something.

[His words are every bit as blunt as hers.]

[caliburnt]

If your Master told you to speak, would you bark? If your Master told you to run around in circles, would you chase your own tail?

[ Seriously, why can't Servants do their own thing? Aren't Lancers notorious for the lack of damns they could give? ]

Ugh... I do not think I could call forth my Noble Phantasm in this state.

2 orz

[socializing]

Okay.

[ Who is this lady and why is she in his kitchen?

Oh well. She was hungry, and Souji had this terrible feeling that if he didn't feed her, even more terrible things would happen.

Souji looks at the mountain of dishes in his sink, then back to this strange lady with weird red marks all over her. She's pretty. Pretty pale. ]

... Would you like more?

[caliburnt]

[ Yes, feeding the Saber is a good thing. She has a habit of sticking to protags that are prominent in the kitchen and besides, if she eats enough, maybe some color will return to her skin.

He doesn't want to be responsible for her lack of a tan in this country, right? ]

Yes. [ The answer to that question is always yes. ] Do not skimp out on the meat this time.

[socializing]

Ah.

[ Well, back at it again. Souji's going to quickly cook up a storm, but he can't help but toss an odd glance her way every few moments.

As the food is cooking in their respective pots and pans, Souji brings a steeping mug of tea and sets it before the pale lady and has a seat.

Candidly: ]

Where does it all go?

not sorry at all

[caliburnt]

[ ... ]

Go? [ Her voice is soft, but if there were warning signs for how dangerous this path was, they might be big and red by this point. ] It all goes...

[ Then without restraint, she points to her chest. ]

There.

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[high_on_daylight]

*Have a girl who looks like she's also secretly fawning over a plushie. The same one, at that.*

[caliburnt]

[ Suddenly a challenger has appeared. ]

What are you staring at? [ She doesn't mean for it to come out rude, but with the tone she uses, it can't be interpreted as anything else. ] Well?

[high_on_daylight]

... Nothing of note.

*Wow, that British accent and condescending tone. To the girl with the obvious scarring and yellow eyes. She doesn't seem scared in the slightest.*

[caliburnt]

[ Trying to contain what hostility she can, the slight edge of possessiveness over a stuffed toy that isn't her's just yet leads her to view the other girl as a rival. ]

Certainly not any of these objects in the window, correct?

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[emptysword]

...at the rate we're going, I'm probably going to run out of meat by Wednesday.

I REGRET NOTHING

[caliburnt]

... I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

[ Can he really say no to this cutie glutton? ]

[emptysword]

...Arturia...

[/sigh of exasperation goes here.]

[caliburnt]

Strange, that expression has worked on so many before you...

[ Why won't the power of pop culture her words compel him!? ]