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[Dragonruby]

Lucas couldn't help but feel more and more awkward as the hug went on... It was fair that they continued to draw more and more attention to themselves, attracting Berserker, who immediately joined in on the hug as well (and causing to pull away slightly as not to be pressed up against the woman's chest by proximity). Lancer had also showed up suddenly, shouting something about a 'gross boy'. She'd better not be talking about me, Lucas thought idly to himself, shooting her a glance now. Still, he couldn't really do anything until Archer recovered.

The moment, for that's all it really was, felt much too long for his tastes, but finally Archer rose off the ground and broke the strange little circle they seemed to have formed around her. With her gone now, everyone else involved seemed to scatter, Lancer going off to talk to other more interesting peoples than himself. The man gave a sigh as he pushed himself back up to his feet and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He couldn't help but tilt his head at the message Archer sent to him, however. "Huh?" He asked back in surprise. "Where the hell is that coming from?" It seemed almost out of left field for him, a request to never abandon her. Had it ever even really been a choice? Her lack of response meant that he'd have to wait until another time to get an answer.

He remembered the task given to him by Da Vinci, but as he glanced around, he felt as if the time for that had long passed. After all, nearly half of the people who had been here earlier were now gone, and everyone else was already talking amongst themselves. It'd be a little strange for him to jump in now... It didn't particularly matter, he supposed, if he did pass it on in the end. The Servants were all likely going to be on the lookout for any further incursions, and Da Vinci had no estimate for when their next mission was going to be, so... Really, what would he even say? Dropping onto a nearby bench, Lucas leaned back so that his head was resting against the table. "I give up..." he muttered to himself, closing his eyes as he let out another long breath.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Anastasia laughed a bit. "My bad... I had meant Chaldea. My accent can be hard to understand, I guess." She noted, still smiling. "I would hope you weren't born here. I feel that would break... several laws, moral and otherwise."

 

[Syvvaris]

Mordred perked up a little once he asked her about what she had been doing in her free time with technology. "It is absolutely amazing to see how fast technology has progressed in the hundreds of years between now and your time. Even more about how it has progressed in my life; I remember as a kid we didn't have CD's, Ipods, the majority of gaming consoles or advanced TV's that we have. The internet wasn't really a thing, that didn't happen until I was seven years old when that happened. Now, people are hooked on the internet outside of Chaldea." John calmly explained and took another few puffs. He noticed her prematurely ended sentence about her Master being bedridden, but didn't want to kill the vibe and let it go for later. "Whats games and music are you into?" He calmly asked before a horned red/pink/purplish haired servant walked in and accuse him of leading Mordred from a path of purity.

"Purity is rather subjective, Lancer..." John looked towards Mordred and back towards Lancer, "... I also have a knack for doing such to women. Would you like to try this magic stick as well; it will give you kudos with Archer if you do." he held out the half smoked joint in offerance to the Countess of Hungary. It's of ceremonial and maybe recreational importance in the culture of Native Americans. Go on, take a puff. It's not going to hurt you."

AJustKnight TelisOldfield

 

[AJustKnight]

"Yeah. The world sure has changed since I was little. Music was rare, since being a minstrel wasn't a great gig if you weren't the absolute best at your craft." She didn't want to admit that she had rarely payed attention to what music had been playing in her fathers court, usually to enamored and entertained by her Fathers radiance and power to even notice festivities. John's explanation for how new some of this technology was was a little surprising on its own. In her own time things had been slow to change, and to now live in a world that was moving so fast made her feel outdated, even with how much she had learned.

"I've just been playing whatever comes next on that YouTube website, but I wrote down a couple bands; Metallica, Iron Maiden, and someone called John Cougar. As for the games, I've been enjoying one about hunting giant monster, Monster Hunter, I believe. I hope to get to try more though, they can be rather addicting." She let out a small giggle as the plant's effects began to take hold. She had never felt so light in her life, and everything just seemed to be...moot. Everything was moot. It wasn't a big deal. Things seemed so unimportant that when Lancer came into the room and questioned John on ruining her purity, she could only stifle a giggle at the notion. As if it mattered if she was pure or not! She let out a weak wave of giggles and snorts, unable to keep them in any longer.

"Yeah! Try a little Lancer, its good stuff. Its good stuff if I say so, and I say so." Her speech was getting a little messy as her thought process slowed down.

Syvvaris TelisOldfield

 

[TelisOldfield]

Lancer let her face fall into a disproving frown. Another boy trying to use clever tactics to get the better of her. How shameful! Tempting her with grass to boost her relationship with Archer. The very nerve of him. "Oh wonderful. Another wanna-be Romeo looking for his Juliet. I wonder, I wonder, if he'll ever find her." Lancer smirked to herself for a second and then dropped it. "No thanks, John. I don't want any of your drugs; music is the only drug I will ever need."

She struck a short lived pose before plopping down on to the couch, bringing her legs up to lay across Shielders lap while she reclined into the back of the couch. "SO, not be a dick but whats your plan? You don't have a Servant anymore. Maybe you need a new one? Maybe you need a younger one that can make you her famous manager?" She let her tail fall against his arm, the cool scales resting on his skin. "All I need from you are some snack cakes and your undying loyalty. It's either me, Avenger, or Saber. I'm kind of your best choice, if you think about it. I don't care if you sleep around."

She looked at him, giving a toothy smile, either to calm or to intimidate him.

AJustKnight Syvvaris

 

[CatJones]

Saber let Rider complain, paying him no heed as she continued on her personal quest. His room was thankfully close to the cafeteria, and in only a few short minutes, she and her prisoner were at the door. Following Riders advice, she poked her head in to check on the status of the room. Her plan had been to simply threaten him before shoving him into the room to do his job, nothing to be said of her, but a good deed done for Archer. She wanted to test what Archer had said, about placing the happiness of others on par with leading them to a prosperous future. To her dismay, however, Archer was not present. Saber let out a quiet groan at the prospect of having to escort her whiny prisoner any further. But she would just have to do it.

Saber turned, pulling Rider with her and continued on her trek, this time ignoring her companion completely, focusing on the philosophy put forth by Archer in regards to leading. A King was meant to create a kingdom where their servants could prosper and live knowing they wouldn't be murdered by bandits every morning. They should seek their own happiness doing whatever it was that the common man did for joy; eat dirt or play in mud with pigs, whatever it was. For a king to devote his time to the happiness of his people would mean focusing on each persons personal joy, which meant that a king would have to find a way to appease each and every vassal, peasant, knight and priest on a daily whim. But then, who would lead the army? Who would construct castles?

Thinking had helped kill the few minutes between her walk from the cafeteria to Archers personal quarters. It was strange to think about some other way to rule other then with an iron fist, but it was entertaining in its right. For the first time in 15 minutes, she let go of Riders hair, instead placing a hand on each shoulder and forcing him to the ground, kneeling in that way Japanese Servants did. She gave him a once over; under-dressed but not dirty, whiny but focused. She kept one hand on his shoulder as she brought a gauntlet up and slammed it on the door as if she was trying to break it down.

"Archer. This boy wishes to apologize to you." She rose her voice from it's usual grumble, but made sure to keep it steady and emotionless. She stepped to the side and muttered to Rider.

"Stay focused." Her eyes narrowed to slits before she focused on the door, waiting for its occupant.

MocaPoka SunRaHunter

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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“~Come a-gain, come a-gain, come good rain. Fall up-on the moun-tains, and on the plain. Come a-gain, come a-gain, come good rain. Wa-ter for the ri-ver, and for the grain~”

The small Native girl sung enthusiastically towards the group of older settler boys. She was very pleased with her translation of the traditional Rain Song into their language. She was sure they would be very impressed.

Laughter and pointing was the "impressed response" the Native girl received.

“Haha… by the lord! That’s the worst singing I’ve ever heard in my life haha!”

“My drunkard, mute, uncle sings better than that! Bloody hell!”

“Hahaha! Did ya get conked on the head or something little savage girl! Ya aint got no marbles if ya thinks that’s singin!’

Shame and embarrassment flooded the mocha skinned girl’s cheeks. John had told her the older boys could be mean, and if they were mean, the only way to get respect and dignity back from them was to “paste” them. She had believed there was nothing that they could do or say to cause her to reach a point where violence seemed the right action to take against “friends”… she had been wrong.

“Shut up you bloody lobcocks! If you don’t apologize right now I’ll beat your arses!” The 11 year old yelled at the boys older than her by at-least five summers. A chorus of laughter sounded again. One of the boy’s stepped forward and tried to push her playfully. She socked him in the eye. The English boy went down with surprising ease and the laughter stopped. Pocahontas got into her boxing stance John had started training her in.

“Your all mouth and no trousers!” she yelled the taught insult. Three of the boys advance in anger. Three more bodies hit the dried caked mud of James Town, and a young “savage” girl was later witnessed walking around the settlement with bruised knuckles, a busted lip, and a black eye.

John Smith would later praise her as being “The best little scrapper this side of the ocean!’ and no one in the new settlement would make fun of her singing ever again. The boys would become surprisingly loyal friends, defending her from-

BANG!!!

Rebecca gasped and nearly fell from her bed at the sudden violent noise invading from the waking world. Expelled from the dreaming world; she rapidly looked around her dark room expecting to see an angry Church Executioner ready to punish her for forgetting to wake for morning prayers and chores. However; she wasn't in Jamestown or Henricus, she was in Chaldea... she was Archer, guardian of mankind and Servant to Lucas Cross. Not Pocahontas; the young happy girl constantly running around the English's villages, finding trouble, adventure, and trying to make friends with anyone willing.

Rebecca rose from her bed at... Saber's words... Saber!? A new panic replaced her previous as she made her bed, turned on the lights, and called out to the King of ancient England waiting outside her bedchambers. "Just a moment please. A lady has to be decent hehe..." Doing the complete opposite Archer dematerialized her war-clothing and hurried over towards her dresser, pulling the bottom drawer open. She took out her sleep wear and slipped a lite purple nightgown over her body. She ran her hands through her pink hair as she calmed herself. The thought of Saber; royalty of the highest standards, seeing that she slept in war-clothing instead of proper nightwear was abhorrent. It was the kind of behavior that made the English think her people were savages.

Berating herself for her sloppiness and realizing that she was still tipsy; Archer closed her bottom drawer and open the middle. Taking out a fuzzy gold and purple butterfly with a smiling face, and a cuddly stuffed lion; she placed both plush animals on top of her dresser for decoration in the otherwise spartan room. Finished, she smoothed her nightgown and pondered Saber's words. A boy wanted to apologize? Lucas? Why would Saber be involved in an apology from Lucas?

Archer gave horrified gasp; far greater in terror than her previous from awaking, as she realized why both had come to her door together. Lucas was replacing her with Saber, just as she had feared...

Archer, nearly in a trance walked calmly towards her door, in great contrast to her watering eyes and throbbing heart. Her mind blank and soul in turmoil, she opened the door to her heart break and readied herself for Lucas's "apology" for getting rid of her. The door opened to an expected sight; Saber standing off to the side in her black knight's armor and yellowed eyes awaiting her appearance. As always the black knight was powerful, dark, and beautiful... such an obvious and easy choice for the replacement of a foolish, weak and lost Tribal girl...

However, there was no fed up Master present. There was... a man on his hands and knees? Clearly not Lucas. A Servant in fact... Rider? In his nightwear? Archer in complete confusion could only raise an eyebrow, mumble a hesitant greeting, and wait for an explanation as her tipsy mind struggled to backtrack from the assumed purpose of this visit.

"G-good evening, Saber... Rider?"

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SunRaHunter CatJones

 

[BlightGiver]

"Hilarious it may seem; a true burden it must be." Lovecraft kept saying in front of Da Vinci. "Speak normally for once; it's not like anyone can comprehend your words with that poetic sophistry intertwined." She complained. The fellow Caster is incapable of fulfilling that request, such is his nature as a Servant. "Many worlds, differentiated; ebb and flow binds them, never severs. But yet, a loner exists. There be no greater joy than bringing contact; they wish it dearly, should we comply?" Whatever Lovecraft was mentioning, he seemed to have reached a conclusion. Directing Da Vinci's gaze to his screen, he gestured to the many readings from every forced entry into Chaldea. Despite being in different locations, they always seemed to link up with their exit coordinates. "What?! They actually were connected?!" She shouts, pushing Lovecraft aside and grabbing the monitor. "One's haste is an unwanted gift." He told her, being slightly offended by the rude push. "Ah, relax HP. All that matters is we can finally put things right. I've been dreaming of it ever since the rayshift to London." Da Vinci spat back.

Raikou was not enjoying Lancer's attitude one bit. Especially with the rift that had seemingly grown between Archer and her master, there was little time for one of the kids to be bratty. Even now, the diminutive servant was harassing John and Mordred, who were trying to chill with their....drugs? "Oh, now they've gone and done it, too. Better stop them before poor master falls to peer pressure." She decided, following after Lancer. Entering the room, she recognized the kind of smell; that of some kind of hallucinogenic plants, like those used way back, even in her time. "Ahem!" She authoritatively cleared her throat, with hands at her hips and tapping her open toed heel on the floor. "Where do I even start with you naughty kids?" She sighed, walking up and calming gripping onto Lancer's left horn.

"You've been getting on my nerves for quite a while, child." She calmly informed Lancer, tightening her grip a little. "Better watch yourself, or else the time out will be worse than you'd ever predict." Setting the idol free, Raikou moved on to the master and servant chilling together. "And what's this? You two should know better than to use drugs; that's bad for your health." She teared up from the thought of drugs existing in the same Chaldea as Skorl. "What if master ends up with one of those; do you want him to become a delinquent, too?!" She had half a mind to grab them right away and snuff out the blunts. But, a tentacle writhing along the floor, followed by a chilling voice, prevented such an atrocious act. "Protection is a weapon; life is full of agony, for those refusing such definitions." HP Lovecraft is not a servant that tends to come out of his personal areas of Chaldea; no one tends to ask about him either, so Romani and Da Vinci tend to forget mentioning him. "Illusions provide hope, reality provides hope; the hope one seeks changes like the wind. Fall too far for one and find the end of day." He advised Mordred and John.

Syvvaris TelisOldfield AJustKnight

"Lucas, Lucas!" Da Vinci called out, running for the seated master. Lovecraft was following her for most of the journey, but had moseyed off at some point for other ventures. Finding the master alone with no servant, she had a feeling he never accomplished his given task. "It's all right, not a big deal. Big news for everyone, though." Taking a seat to catch her breathe, Da Vinci stretched her back, with an audible crack occurring. "HP cracked the code. We found it." She informed Lucas, as he was relaxing in his own way. "Where Lancelot, the Grail, where all of them came from. A lone singularity; not connected to any point in time whatsoever. Roman was shocked to hear this news." She explained, placing her hands on her knees.

Dragonruby

 

[SunRaHunter]

Aine gave a faint smile as Ana corrected herself and put forth her correction and explanation on the moral grounds of Cheldea Staff procreating. Aine adopted a waxy look at the sudden inclusion of baby making into the conversation. Aine wished she had something to drink to lift up to her face and use as a deflector to switch the lines of conversation to something more appropriate. Still, Ana had a rustic charm to her that was warming, at the very least. Aine realized she was a little jealous of the girl in front of her. She was far more capable of talking with other people as if they were her equals.

“It's an easy mistake to make, they are very similar words. Though I doubt Cheldea staff finding solace in each other during these stressful times would be a bad thing. Isn't the majority of the staff mages? Surely continuing Mage lines can't be a bad thing.” Aine countered the idea of it being bad to make a family in the arctic facility.

“Perhaps it's a bad idea since it would be nearly impossible to enter any other countries from here. It isn't really a nation, after all. It was a lot easier to get away from Ireland then I thought, since most of Europe is a single passport continent now.”

It was true that the original idea of leaving her homeland had been terrifying, but she had managed on her own for a short time, before Cheldea took her in. Her sisters were dealing with far more of the real world then she was, even with their families wealth backing them.

LoneSniper87




Rider's stomach sank to the bottom of his body, threatening to slide down into his legs and become lodged there. He was in his boxers and a t-shirt, hair loose, and kneeling before a surprised Archer. She was more far more manageable when she looked this way then when she was mad and drunk. In a moment of clarity, he knew the intense heat burning its way through his cheeks and nose was a blush. He was eye level with Archers groin, her legs bare and present. He looked to the side in shame, trying to force his fat tongue to move in his mouth, rather then just anchor itself behind his locked jaw.

He let go of his shirt's hem for the first time since Saber had begun to drag him around the facility. He closed his eyes and imagined he was somewhere else for a moment, in the field near where he had grown up; where he had first started riding Kaida, where his Father had tried to teach him to fight with a weapon for the first time, where he had hidden before his wedding ceremony to try and avoid it. One of the few happy places from his childhood. Where his Mother had shown him the night sky and told him the constellations. His heart had been thundering in his chest, threatening to beat its way out of his chest, finally resting as he thought of those better times, before Nobu began to see everything as just another hill to conquer. That divide had always been great between them, once Father had told Nobu that he needed to start acting like a man. Nobu had lived to run the Oda clan, to bring back its glory. When had it been that Nobu had started looking past him, as if he wasn't there. That had been what had hurt him most, his own brother treating him as if he didn't exist. It had created the standard for his life. A non-issue, a non-person. He took a deep breath before finally speaking.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was wrong of me to run away when you were scolding me.” He lurched forward, his knees locked in place, slamming his forehead into the ground and keeping it there. His hands were resting on the ground on either side of his head, trying to make himself as small as possible, his hair making a shroud around him. “I should have done a better job taking care of my Master, and I shouldn't have left her to need the care of someone else. I'm sorry you had to do my job and thank you for taking care of her.” He never lifted his head, keeping his face buried in the tiles of the hallway, prostrating himself.

“Moushi wake arimasen deshita.” He realized he probably shouldn't speak his native language with someone who couldn't understand it, again, but it was another saying he couldn't say in English. 'I am really sorry, I feel terrible'. It summed up the shame he was feeling for his actions. He surely came across as petty or selfish. In truth, he had never been summoned before. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. He was just doing his best and coming up short.

He kept his head to the floor, half expecting the door to shut on him and his apology to be rebuked. If that happened, would Saber be upset with him as well? She obviously had some sort of a personal interest in the situation. He was half tempted to look at her and see if was okay with what he was doing. But the strict formality with Japanese customs convinced him to keep his face in the ground. It always seemed like it was where he belonged.

MocaPoka CatJones

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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Archer turned her head down towards the kneeling Servant before her as he apologized for running away from her earlier. Her red-eyes widened when he slammed his head into the ground and prostrated himself before her. Her hands reached out to stop the man after the fact, simply hovering above the submissive man's body below her in hesitation. After a moment of internal conflict she retracted her hands and allow the Servant to continue his apology; even if it was painful and almost unjust of her to receive. It wasn't her right to deny someone's earnest apology, and as the Servant continued, he spoke of his failure in taking care of his Master. That was perhaps the only thing that truly mattered in this whole situation. An honest mistake with earnest regret deserved to be forgiven whenever possible.

Rebecca gracefully lowered herself to both knees, being careful not to accidentally expose herself to the grovelling man while moving in her nightgown. She wasnt wearing anything underneath the soft garment, and the poor thing would likely pass out if he saw something so indecent on accident. The Native woman; world blessed or cursed, placed both hands on her lap, put her knees together and kept her back straight. Through random coincidence or fate guided instinct, she sat in a near picture perfect seiza. Smiling softly she spoke, "It hurts to see such lovely hair lowered into the ground. Raise your head, you wouldn't want to make me any sadder would you?"

The remaining sake in her system caused her to give into an urge that normally she would have been able to suppress. Reaching out with small hand and softly petting the male's long dark strands of hair. "I'm sure many women were jealous of your hair... and your pure heart." Giving in fully to her instincts, Archer raised her other hand and began using both to fix the male's hair. Undoing any knots, tangles, and smoothing the strands out to frame his face properly. "I accept your apology and forgive you. I'm sorry I approached you so ill-mannered... the drink is no excuse for unladylike behavior. Please forgive me, I wish to be friends with such a gentle soul as your own... is that ok?"

Taking her hands back, Archer continued smiling softly and waited for the Japanese Servant's response. She shot Saber a glance from the corner of her eyes as she focused on the Rider class Servant. Still confused why exactly she was here and her role. Regardless the repenting man in-front of her was of more concern than a distant king. Still sitting elegantly, Archer patiently awaited the man's words.

CatJones SunRaHunter

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana laughed again. "Oh no, I didn't mean in that way. I was referring to a test tube baby. I guess my way of thinking isn't as clear as I thought." She smiled, rolling her shoulders to get the tension out of them. "I think it's fine to a relationship to form out here, but the idea of citizenship may become iffy, as you said." She paused, thinking. "Always wanted to travel around the world. How's Ireland?"

 

[CatJones]

Be kind.

The words were like fire to her, and she was placing her hands into them; burning, reeling, suffering. Rider was being weak, she suspected that even Archer knew it. To bow like that, to speak like that, to act like that. He was, without any doubt in Saber's mind, his own worst enemy. He wasn't caught up in how people viewed him, he simply had no other way to view himself. His ego was based on others opinion of him. That was why he had run away when faced with his failures, not out of fear of his mistakes, but the idea that so many other people already viewed him in such a negative light. He was the kind who would think himself useless if that was all he was told for days on end. There was a great deal of damage there in his mind, and if anything, Saber had inadvertently brought him to one of the few people in Chaedea who might, MIGHT, seek to right that pain. If Archer were not so gentle, she would have turned him away and ignored his apology. He had treated them with such disrespect, and had left his own Master to nearly die. In any other circumstance, he would be a pariah. What a fiend she was, to seek to use this weak man as her surrogate. How truly weak was she to think that she needed to use someone else to apologize for her misgivings. Be kind and seek the happiness of others. Saber bit her tongue for a moment before adding into the conversation, not seeking to gain favor with either party, but to test her own abilities with this new leadership style.

"Archer is correct, Rider. It must have taken you years to grow your hair so long, don't disrespect it like this." She allowed her armor to vanish again, appearing once more in casual clothes and standing over the two. "Archer accepted your apology, there's no need to show any more shame here."

Saber briefly considered lowering herself to touch his shoulder, to give reassurance, but found the idea a little to foreign still. She leaned over to Archer, half intending to give her the same advice on perhaps stroking his shoulder rather then his hair, but chose against that.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private, before this scene is misinterpreted by someone else. I can only imagine if Lancer saw this unfolding." She said quietly, before motioning to the inside of Archers room. "And I have a few things I must speak with you about."

MocaPoka SunRaHunter

 

[SunRaHunter]

Rider flinched from the contact. Archers small hands running through his hair, pulling it gently to ease out knots and tangles. It was relaxing, calming his nervous demeanor. His breathing had become shallow and was returning to normal, noting as Archer complimented his hair before asking him to lift his head. He did so, letting her finish fixing his hair as she continued to speak, though he couldn't meet her eyes. She apologized for her own actions though it was unnecessary, as she wasn't the one who had the real cause of his misery. The other Japanese Servant had been the one who had really broken his resolve, not Archer. Archers anger had been understandable, even reasonable, so he really didn't blame her. And Sabers sudden and strange change in attitude was concerning. Was she bi-polar?

Rider was unsure of how exactly to reply, but kept a thin smile and a warm expression. To have this kindness heaped on him was exciting. He had never been given this level of gentleness from anyone.

Now that he was sitting up again, a small tinge of pain pushed its way down across his forehead, letting him know he had given himself a welt just under his bangs. Despite the pain, there was something far more concerning that Archer had said that made the pain pale in compassion. She had asked if they could be friends. His immediate response was a resounding yes...but there was a problem with that answer. After the attack from Lancelot, Archer and the other Japanese Servant had been so close, drinking together and even declaring friendship with that Servant who had insulted him so personally. Archer had been upset with him but this other Servant had been hostile, hateful that he had even been there. If he joined her in friendship, he would cause more trouble down the line. He didn't have the right to drive a wedge between Archer and her friend just by being there, and there was the problem that she was friends with his Master. If she and Aine got along, then it was only a matter of time until he was probably replaced with this far more out going Servant. Plus, he was sure it was only a matter of time until she found out how truly weak he was. And that was okay, his Master deserved a Servant who could care for her better. It wasn't right, but so little in the world was truly just; it seemed to be par for the course. He wouldn't treat her any less, but he could at least make sure that he didn't cause any problems for someone who was being so nice to him. It seemed to be in his best interest to avoid the other Nippon woman either way. It really was a shame; Archer seemed incredibly kindhearted.

Rider thanked Buddha and Ebisu that Saber seemed to break the quiet of the moment with trying to get Archer to speak about something else. "Thank you but you have nothing to apologize for. You were looking out for someone who's safety I put in danger." He stood up and offered a hand to help her stand up. As he did so, he spoke to Saber. "Thank you as well, for making-." He stopped himself, remembering to keep her activity in this matter a secret, "-making sure I found my way here."

Letting Sabers request to speak with Archer draw attention away from himself, he quietly excused himself from the conversation. "I'm going to go back to bed. I hope you both have a good night."

He took a tentative step away, steeling himself for the short walk back to his room.

MocaPoka CatJones

Aine grimaced at the idea of a test-tube baby. Her own disinterest in human reproduction did little to really change how she viewed it. It was morally a gray area. She at least understood where Ana was coming from now. Thankfully Ana changed the topic to something closer to home rather then moral process. Being the child of two mages who saw failure as a capital crime made her something of a stranger to moral correctness. She nodded though, acting as if she completely understood and agreed, until Ana changed the subject. Travel. Aine had only gone to a few countries before she got to Cheldea. England, Scotland and a little of France.

"Ireland is nice, but when it's wet, it's really wet." She commented, trying to remember anything else about her life in the castle. "I suppose that it's green and windy. The food is fairly plain and the people have a particular way of speaking about them. They like to speak indirectly directly." It was hard to exactly point down what her home was like, past the brick walls of the castle courtyard. Though the memory of getting into Cheldea was still fresh in her mind, it brought up a good question.

"How did you get into Cheldea? I don't mean that as an insult, just passing curosity."

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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Relief soothed the Servant of the bow's soul as the man before her smiled, even if it was only a small one. He thanked her... and Saber... before gentlemanly assisting her in rising. She was saddened by his request to retire; while his words where soft, kind, and polite, the Native girl couldn't help but feel she must have done something wrong. The Japanese Servant hadn't accepted her offer of friendship. She assumed it was simply the man's passive nature, or perhaps becoming friends with a woman simply wasn't appropriate to his culture? While the rejection naturally hurt, it was an old familiar pain she was used to.

As the male Servant moved to retire for the night she resisted the urge to force friendship or persuade him to stay. "Goodnight Rider, I pray Grandmother Spider watches over your sleep and protects your dreams."

Archer was forced to keep her smile from fading as she turned to the other Servant. The dark knight was becoming more unreadable and confusing with every interaction. The seemingly nearly empty hearted woman had obviously taken the time to bring Rider to her for reconciliation. She had been kind and nearly comforting to Rider as he begged for forgiveness. Now she was requesting to enter her bedchambers so she could speak with her in private. However, perhaps most confusing was her manner of dress. Simply put it was fashionable, flattering, and inspired a fiery jealousy within Archer. Why didn't Lucas get her clothing that was so enchanting and bewitching!?

"I would be honored to host you Saber. Please come in, I'll get snacks! I'm sorry I don't have tea." Happily rushing towards her task Archer went to her dresser, opened the top drawer, and brought out a variety of snacks. Crumpets, small donuts, Twinkies, honey buns, gummy bears, and cheese puffs. Placing the packaged junk food on the table she motioned for Archer to take the only seating, smiling happily... and nervously. Rebecca wasn't used to being so unsure of another individual's motives, and the woman still intimidated her a little. Although seeing the ancient king so casually dressed help... as was knowing she was beating the Saber class Servant in one aspect.

Archer's eyes darted towards the superior Servant's modest chest to reconfirm she was beating the King of Knights in one area of womanly concern.

CatJones SunRaHunter

 

[CatJones]

Saber watched as Rider left before she took one step into the room and stopped. She gave Archer a long stare before letting out an unladylike snort. The room was nearly devoid of any indication that someone lived there, save the messy bed and the stuffed dolls on the dresser top. It reminded her of her own quarters, bare save for the single clothes that were piling up in the corner; a collection of outfits her previous Master had left behind. Some, like the maid outfit made her question his motives, others like a revealing swimsuit made them clear as day.

"I didn't come here to fight you. I'm here to fight with you. I've been thinking on what you said when last we spoke. I wish to understand this 'ensuring the happiness of his people' concept that you spoke of in regards to your father." She moved further into the room, discontent with the seat offered and choosing the edge of Archers bed to sit, crossing her thin legs as she did so, never stopping her speech as she moved. "But I must ask; are you dense? If even one such as I can feel the tension in that moment after you asked for his friendship, then it was even more awkward then that."

She crossed her arms and stared down the woman, gingerly taking a small pack of donuts to eat, never taking her eyes off Archer and only paused for a half second before continuing her speech. "You've allied yourself, quite publicly, with someone who just reminded him his own children abandoned him. Do you think you seem like someone he can trust? Stop being so polite. Go out there and grab him. Hold him, grab his arm, his hair even, and just tell him that you're friends. That he's not alone. You may not trust me. Hell, you may even hate me, but do it. Men are even simpler then we give them credit for."

Saber reclined on the bed, laying back as she began to open the pack of donuts and slip one in her mouth and wait for Archer to either cowardly redraw from the notion or wait for her return. Either way, she was had done her duty thus far to 'ensure happiness' twice in the space of only a few minutes. She still felt nothing different, but her experiment was going to take far longer then a half-hour to show any changes. The words 'Be Kind' were still chipping away at her mind, making her feel uneasy at the prospect. She wasn't going against her nature, only against her personality. Even she could afford to give advice and something resembling kindness to others, especially those she respected enough to warrant her attention.

MocaPoka

 

[LoneSniper87]

"I don't mind rain. I think it's rather relaxing actually." She said with interest. She traveled to a fair few places: Russia, Germany, Switzerland. But never past the UK. Her head tilted to the side, listening to the question. "I know you mean know harm, you don't seem like the type to be spiteful to aquaintances. Uhm..." She thinks it over. "Well... A year and a half ago I got a letter, saying I was good enough to be introduced to the program. I thought it was a good chance to meet new people, travel, so on. Be me. But I've been out of the game for the past six months... Ish." She said, still keeping a light smile. She rubbed her left arm, not thinking much of it.

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
​

Archer blushed in embarrassment at Saber's stare and snort indicating her obvious disapproval for her room. She knew her room wasn't ladylike or charming, but she didn't want to seem needy or greedy to Lucas. However, if she was having guests, perhaps she should ask for tributes from Lucas to make her room more appropriate. She couldn't even host a proper brunch with only one chair... not that it matter as the blonde Servant disregarded it entirely in favor of her bed. Once sitting Saber explained she didn't seek conflict but a proper warrior-bond and clarification on her father's concept of leading people with happiness.

It warmed Archer's heart to know that Saber had even bothered to remember her words. The King of Knights simply had seemed so disinterested that she was sure her words had been discarded. That warmth quickly vanished with the knight's criticism on her offer of friendship towards Rider. Worst the knight was correct; she had publicly allied with Toko, who certainly was not on good terms with Rider's Tribe. But surely he had sensed her personal sincerity? Force certainly wasn't the way to gain real friendship with the meek male! He would say whatever he thought she wanted to hear, and then their friendship would be false!

Archer could only blink in surprise at Saber's... rough and physical diplomatic suggestions, and lax demeanor. So this is what the woman was truly like. It was so different from her usual tensed aura. Relaxed on a bed, scarfing down donuts... it was... it was... charming in a strangely cute and funny way. Like discovering a large and powerful lion had the ability to pur and lounge like a small kitten.

A giggle... and then another giggle.... and another....

"So this *giggle* is what your truly like! *giggle*" Archer quickly grabbed a bag of gummy bears and hopped onto her bed with Saber; bouncing the mattress and the king with it. Plopped on her stomach she began opening the bag of bear shaped sweets. "I'm happy you consider me worth fighting together with you in a war-band. I certainty never accomplished great feats like you; the closest I've come to your deeds was slaying a Horned Serpent."

Managing to open the bag she began eating the soft and sweet candies. "My Father didn't teach me much about rulership. I was never meant to be a leader, but a spiritual guide for my people. However he once told me "Why will you take by force what you may have quietly by love?" Maybe that helps clarify his beliefs? A people freely giving their servitude through love, rather than a ruler taking it by force. Surely it is easier to rule a willing happy people, rather than a forced unhappy one? What is the point of life at all if it is an unhappy one? If a ruler can balance the needs and happiness of their subjects rebellion or dissidence will be the last thing they will seek."

This was fun! Rebecca hadn't had a sleepover since England! As her legs hung off the edge of her bed, she began softly kicking her legs as if she was swimming. "I know he rejected my offer of friendship... but it would have been more of a regret if I didn't offer it in the first place. I hope he will reconsider. I would suffer any embarrassment if it meant harmony with another! And I will work to bridge the damaged harmony between the Tokugawa and Oda! Both are my friends and I will not abandoned one for the other!"

In her enthused declaration, Rebecca noticed that perhaps she was too close to the other Servant on her bed for it to be completely proper. Her arm having brushed up against the pale woman's leg more than once. Scooting back towards the edge of her bed she sat up and adopted a criss-cross sitting position. "I'm afraid im... softer in dealing with men than perhaps yourself *giggle* although I will try to be less polite and more assertive in the future. More men than perhaps I had at first assumed prefer more dominate women; if my Master, the Master of Berserker, and Rider are any indications. However, poor Rider I'm sure has suffered enough womanly aggression for one night, and he needs to sleep for his Master to properly recover her Od."

'I certainty do not hate you! I simply struggle to understand you. We are opposites in many ways; although at the risk of further awkwardness I do offer my friendship *giggle*."

CatJones

 

[Syvvaris]

For someone so demonized in their legend, the Mordred in front of him was cheery and seemingly innocent; and her taste in music and games were fantastic. Other hobbies of John's kept him from playing time-intensive games such as Monster Hunter, but he did feel a connection with Mordred for the love of metal and fantasy games. Sadly, their moment did end with Lancer's presence, "Music sounds better when you're high, especially when you are the one singing." He sniped back at Lancer before she plopped down on the couch, making herself cozy on top of Mordred.

The next words out of Lancer's mouth were harsher than her horrendous singing. It must be the first time ever, that someone would rather hear her sing than to answer a complex question. John laid back into the sofa, and after Mordred started to break out giggling, he followed suit. Why did he have to make a decision, and why only those choices? "Don't you already have a Master, Lancer... Heh, that rhymed!" He asked a rhetorical question and laughed at his rhyming skills. "You know, Avenger has already rejected me... The cool touch of Lancer's tail warranted petting, autonomously his hands fulfilled the warrant; but the choices she had given him there was truly only one correct answer.

Saber...

Saber was the best option out of the three. She had the same spirit origin as Mysterious Heroine X, is Master-less, and at some point will require a Master to keep her summoned. There were two downsides to her; she looked like assassin and she had the opposite outlook on life than John. How should he approach the situation? His charming demeanor wouldn't work on a woman so proud that her pride could challenge the arctic ice shelf in volume.

John's train of thought was interrupted by the voluptuous Berserker's scorn of his hobbies. John's giggles didn't skip a beat throughout Berserker's lecture about how drugs were bad and how they could influence her Master, Skorl. "Skorl's an adult with his own problems to deal with." John said abruptly, remembering about their conversation on the Dun Stallion. "Drugs would be beneficial for the young lad, maybe we should invite him in." John took in a deep drag from the joint and finished it; when he exhaled the strong aroma of mary jane filled the room in a misty haze. "Booze, weed and a woman's touch would be a great step in the right direction for him and that Lucas guy as well."

Writhing mass of tentacles and a cloak entered the room behind Berserker and John couldn't help but comment, "I've seen enough hentai to know what's about to happen.", underneath his breath. Sadly nothing internet worthy came of it; the cloaked figure spoke in riddles that were aimed at him and the two women on the couch. He turned and looked at the blonde and dragonkin, somewhat hoping for this to turn into a night of fantasy; but at last these two servants were far from doing anything adult-ish with him. "Do you... See a mass of writhing tentacles hiding inside a cloak behind the busty woman?" He asked the boyish blonde next to him, trying to make sure that the Alien Crush wasn't taking him on a bad trip.

TelisOldfield AJustKnight BlightGiver

 

[CatJones]

"What I'm truly like? I'm always me." Saber quietly said, almost as if she was a little off put by the phrasing. Archer plopped onto the bed as well, Saber stared up at the ceiling, occasionally noting Archers legs so close to her. Archer was, for lack of a better term, similar to someone she had once known; Bedievere. That kind and gentle knight, her morality during the darkest night. They were calm, collected and passionate to a fault. Though, Archer shared his greatest flaw; she to was to open to others.

"If I'm being honest, I consider you to be the only other Servant here worth fighting beside so far. Avenger fights with honor at the tip of her sword, thinking about what she will do next rather then being competent enough to simply excel in war. You're weak, yet you fight as if you have no weakness. Perhaps one day I'll even admit you're braver then I, fighting without armor as you do." Saber wasn't one to compliment when it wasn't deserved, just as when Archer had been the first to fire her Noble Phantasm, and first to claim victory over an enemy of some higher caliber. Saber couldn't deny a warrior their rights as such. Though, a 'horned serpent' sounded like an obtuse way of saying dragon. She could admit that was another respectable aspect of a warrior, to face such a dangerous foe and claim victory. There was a great deal of honor there.

"Because, humans tend to trade their protection for their comfort. Men grow fat and greedy and take what they can, force others to give to them. They lived not for their ideals, but for their wenches and gold. I created a kingdom that was meant to keep the lesser people safe. I took away the comforts that made men greedy. I gave them what they needed, not what they wanted. But alas. I was doomed to fail as well. Who am I to preach, from my broken throne? Mordred, Morgana, and Lancelot saw to my demise. They traded a future and safety, for their own wants." Saber felt strange talking of herself so openly, so freely. That there was no stigmata in her choice of words or threat of retribution for her manners. "And men don't always need to be unhappy to want another throne. Ambition to a prince is just as powerful as starvation to the mother of hungry children."

The conversation turned back to Rider as Archer finally deliberated her answer on the meek mans rejection of her offer of friendship. Saber shook her head softly, disagreeing with Archer completely. "You can't force friendship, to that I can agree. But men, when wounded, have hearts as hard as stone. Had I not dragged him here, his heart would have sunk with time, and his apology would have been hollow. Now you're waiting, and at least one of you has a heart that is sinking. He fears your ally, completely and utterly. So long as you allow him to think that the two of you have the same ideals, he will forever be apart from you in all ways. Time will not give him clarity on this, only cover his eyes further with fear." Men were predictable, if nothing else. In their hearts, everything was a political scale; how will they respond to this, to that, what if I do this and so on. If given time, they hollow to things. Rider was not of this time, where men were more flexible. He was from a time of war; he carried a sword and a gun as if their were a natural part of him; he was from a time when men were far less complex.

Saber didn't know how to respond to Archers gentle suggestion of them being friends. It was a precarious position to be friends with someone else who was transient in this world. Saber closed her eyes as she put the last donut into her mouth. "I can say that we are undoubtedly on the same team, with the same goals and missions. For now, allow me to test the waters first. This way of thinking, this way of living, is new to me. Kindness is not my natural function. For now, I will call you sister-in-arms."

MocaPoka

 

[AJustKnight]

Mordred was riding a high she had never felt before, lost in the sweet embrace of natural chemicals. Everything seemed so funny! Lancer's legs across her own lap gave her rise to giggle again, snorting a little as she did so. She didn't really know what to say to the strange rhymes either of them were putting out at each others, instead trying to focus on just keeping from floating away. Of course, she was suddenly grounded by the arrival of Berserker, drawing her out of her trance while Lancer and John seemed to argue with one another. Of course, when Mordred had been alive she had posed as a man for most of her life and had acquired a taste for women, though none of them ever had a figure quite like Berserker. Mordred couldn't help but stare at the two large orbs in front of her.

"Yeah. Drugs are totally bad. I get that now. I'll do one more hit and quit forever. Promise." Mordred's neck was stiff, her head moving in small circles but never leaving level with the motherly figures chest. John's next question brought her back to the conversation for real. She blinked away the drug-fueled lust and noticed the tentacle man that John had mentioned.

"Ahh! It's an octopus man! A devil from the ocean come to devour young maidens!" Mordred, like a true warrior of ancient Britain, flung herself over the couch and pushed it away from the wall, using it to shield herself from the tentacled horror.

Syvvaris BlightGiver

 

[TelisOldfield]

"I do. But Barr is considering returning home. His people need healers or something. If someone were to take me off his hands, it would mean he could." Lancer let him pet her tail, unhappy with him doing so, but anything to work this deal out. She didn't dislike Barr, but he got tired easily. He wasn't a young man, not as young as he could be. John would be a better choice for her. John seemed to have his own opinion on the matter, but like most piggies, was keeping it to himself. Lancer's new rival complicated her deal making moment, as the older woman grabbed her by the horn and threatened her with something worse then a time out, before harassing them all for John's drugs.

"Jeez. You're so uptight Berserker. What's the matter? Your Master not giving you enough mana the old fashioned way?" Lancer felt better now that she had something to target the overly attached woman about. But, and there was always a but, the tentacle monster came. Lancer felt a shiver run up her spine when John mentioned hentai. She knew what he meant and it was terrible. As gross as what John said was, the things way of speaking was...dumb.

"OMG. Can you not talk like that?"

Syvvaris BlightGiver

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
​

Rebecca focused on the sweetness of the soft candy in her month and tried not to stare at Saber like a foolish baby bird that had just been told by it's mother it could actually fly just like her. The King had said she was the only Servant worth fighting next to. While a part of Archer did want to defend her fellow Servants, she was thrown through another world tilting admission from the knight saying she was brave... maybe even braver than the knight herself. The comment left Archer slack-jawed like a fool, thankfully there were no gummies on her tongue or surely they would have fallen right from her mouth. Rebecca wasn't sure anyone had ever had such a high opinion of her... "weak, but fought like she had no weakness"... Archer blamed the drink for her slightly tingling eyes and blushing cheeks.

The conversation shifted to man's greed. Saber's words confused her at first; wasn't protection comfort? What better comfort was there than knowing you, your Tribe, and your friends were safe? It was a comfort she certainly had never truly know. There were always threats from evil spirits in dreams, demonic beasts in the forest, and other humans fighting everywhere, for everything there was to fight over. And how did taking away comforts bring peace and protect weaker people? Wouldn't the powerful simply try to get it back? Archer frowned but didn't respond, unsure if she simply wasn't understanding something in Saber's words. It would be something to ponder. She sympathized with Saber's "broken throne" but felt that the King likely had disregarded everyone's wants in her kingdom for unemotional logic and near inhuman perfection. Perhaps her people had believe she didn't care for them? Granting only their needs, but not their wants.

The conversation turned towards Rider; again Saber's words confused her. Archer knew the rift wasn't healed and trust hadn't been fully given yet, but it wasn't as if she was planning on never speaking to Rider again! Relationships took time to form and even longer to heal. Time and effort. She didn't believe Rider was as weak as Saber seemed to believe; while he was passive and rather meek, he was a Heroic Spirit and surely wouldn't fall into despair so easily. If his eyes did in fact cloud with fear then she would simply take his hand and guide him towards harmony.

Rebecca reached into her bag of candy and realized there was only one piece left. How much time had past with them talking? It wasn't of too much concern, after all she didn't need to sleep, however the day was likely taxing on Lucas's Od reserves. Hopefully her eating the sweet candy was helping to offset the mana burn. She didn't want to sleep. Saber was interesting and had even been charming at times. It seemed a waste to not interact with the great king of old England for as long as she was willing.

Her offer of friendship wasn't immediately rejected, which was already better than what she had allowed herself to hope for. Even better Saber wanted to "test the rivers" first and offered what she assumed was a female knight's version of a warrior's bond. This was already much further than what Archer had ever assumed their relationship would ever be. Happily accepting the "sister-in-arms' bond that was now formed between the two Archer decided to test her limits with Saber a softly grasped her hand. Turning Saber's palm face up she drooped the last gummy bear into her hand. Reluctantly letting go, Archer realized that perhaps she was a little affection staved. When was the last time she had talked to anyone this long besides Lucas? In fact they had never had a conversation in her room or his at all.

She dismissed the thoughts before they could distract her, looking at Saber and hoping she hadn't already offended, she gave a wide smile. "My last gummy bear! They are very sweet! Hehe."

CatJones

 

[CatJones]

Saber felt the gentle pull of Archers hand, pulling her hand up and flipping it over to reveal here palm. Saber lifted an eyebrow, curious where this was leading when Archer placed a gummy bear into her over turned hand. Saber stared at the small candy, wondering the meaning of it. Saber quickly ate it, wondering why it was so sticky in her mouth. She swallowed hard, her attention turning to Archer as she sought meaning behind the gift. Then it hit her. It hit her like a warhammer in the chest. There was no meaning behind it; it was blind, irrational kindness. For a brief moment, Saber was dumb struck. She shifted her placid gaze to the floor.

"It's getting late. We should both turn in." She stood, letting her jacket fall to the floor and quickly followed by her shorts. A thin pair of black panties underneath. She undid her hair, letting her straight blond hair cascade down her shoulders. She moved to the far side of the bed, not making eye contact with Archer. She slid under the covers, facing away from the Native woman. "I will allow you to ask but one question. I will answer truthfully no matter what it is."

Saber waited patiently for the other woman to ask.

MocaPoka

 

[BlightGiver]

Raikou was put at ease with Mordred affirming the truth about recreational substances; with this, Skorl could be that much safer in Chaldea. The Berserker needed every bit of reassurance with all that's been going on. John's blunt assumption that her Master would be better off using something like their grasses had the opposite effect. " I will not let Master involve himself in such self destructive behaviors, young man." She spoke directly to John. "If you think that using peer pressure makes you 'cool', then you are in desperate need of lessons in manners!" Lancer chimed in with her usual snarky attitude, implying something else that the Berserker shoudl do with her master. "I can't believe I'm hearing such....foul words from a child." Raikou hesitated in dismissing that statement. "That's not something we should...." She held her legs together, fumbling her stance a little. She was soon made further aware of the Caster servant having forced itself into the conversation, just as much as she had with her disciplinary berating.


Lovecraft looked at his tendrils, protruding out from under his yellow cloak; with John and Lancer mentioning hentai, he twitched in annoyance. "One's haste for lust ends empires; triumphant are those, going above carnal inclinations within their souls!" He retorted, slamming a tentacle on the floor in anger. "Alas, a lone tower provides solace," He cheerily stated, as Mordred flipped over the couch for protection. "Monstrosities hide souls; more often then not, seeking redemption and recognition." Lovecraft considered the Shielder's insult as a compliment of his writing. "It is much to the world's joy, of kindness being exhumed from the universe in traces. We find the world...." Lovecraft was cut off with Lancer declaring his speech to silence at once. "Insolence and arrogance create true ends in hearts." He stated, sliding along the floor toward Lancer. "Should destiny provide judgement prior to the world's end?" He asked, bending down to meet Lancer at eye level. Able to see under his hood, it revealed only darkness; with his voice clearly resonating from somewhere deep inside. "It is with my troubles, that allegiances are formed and broken. Da Vinci's presence provides clarity at this moment; if only it was so." Lovecraft tried explaining that Da Vinci was supposed to be following him; whereas the truth was she expected him to be following her.

TelisOldfield Syvvaris AJustKnight

 

[SunRaHunter]

Aine felt it before she knew it. Rider's pull on her mana and Od had suddenly ceased. He was asleep. That was a relief. He couldn't do anything else to embarrass her if he was asleep. She loosened up, not having to wait to make sure her Servant didn't do anything else stupid. She gave Ana her full attention, as best as she could at the moment. Her body was starting to become heavy again. Those herbs that Archer had given her was starting to wear off. She was still low on her own personal power and would need to get back to her room soon. Hopefully Rider had bothered to clean it by now. If not, she could ask Archer to follow through with her promise. She focused her mind as best as she could. Ana was rubbing her arm, having explained that she had been bed-ridden for a few months.

Aine nodded in understanding, trying to form words in her mind, but finding herself stumbling terribly. "I'm sorry, I think I'm spent for the even-day. I'll be turning in for the night. See you. Tomorrow." She stifled a yawn into the back of her hand, figuring that Ana would follow suit. They probably had a big day tomorrow, and they would all need to be well rested for it.

LoneSniper87