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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

[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?

[high_on_daylight]

But of course not. What use would one such as I have for such things? Though I could ask similar of you.

[caliburnt]

I have no use for such things as well.

[ But a miniscule part of her longs for them all the same. ]

It would not hurt to acquire one just to have though, right?

[high_on_daylight]

... One who still prefers to have such things. Heh.

*Evangeline chuckles a little.*

Wouldn't take one of such a hardened look as yours as being like that.

[caliburnt]

What you accuse me of is child's play. [ And wholly accurate she might add. ] I think I shall take it so that no other may have it.

[high_on_daylight]

... And thus, we hit a crossroads.

Because I was planning the same thing.

*Unless there's two in the store. But since when did LOGICAL THINGS influence a girl corrupted by the Holy Grail and a thousand-year-old vampire?*

[caliburnt]

[ So she understands now. It's unsettling news to hear, but at least the air between them is void of any doubt. Instead, it's strained as Saber thinks on her words. ]

Unacceptable.

[ That's all there is to it. It's completely unacceptable. And because it's two illogical beings thinking it over, there's only one way to solve this: ]

It is mine. [ Obviously by having the other forfeit. ] Pursue another object to toy with.

[high_on_daylight]

Oh, my.

Look at the girl who can't act her apparent age.

*The girl turns directly towards Saber.*

Key word being 'apparent'.