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[caliburnt]

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[ 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? ]

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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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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! ]

Comments

[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.

[puppy_lancer]

Tch. If he orders me to do such silly shit, I'll get him back. Still need to get him back for making blow prana on this.

[When he hears about her Noble Phantasm, he shrugs.]

I still have mine, so it won't be that much of a problem.

[caliburnt]

No good. If you were told to bring forth another Servant, then that means you are not fit enough to protect yourself. You will have to loan your Noble Phantasm to me I suppose.

[puppy_lancer]

...You're shitting me, right?

[He was the Hound of Culann. He was in no way weak--it was just that his Master was paranoid.]

[caliburnt]

No, I believe there is no defecation involved in our exchange of words.

[ As if she understands such vulgarity!! ]

[puppy_lancer]

It's an expression. I'm saying that you can't possibly be meaning it when you said I needed to give you my Noble Phantasm.

[caliburnt]

Once again, I am intending to say that I do mean it. Relinquish the right of your Noble Phantasm to me so that I may be your champion.

[puppy_lancer]

...No. Technically, I've got the command seals, so you should be listening to me. And I'm saying that I'm not giving you my Noble Phantasm.