king of knights

“Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.” Arturia Pendragon (Saber) for con-cordium.

[pxndragonns]

Fɪʀsᴛ Iᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴs «Mᴏᴍᴏɪ»

[bubblegumanalyst-deactivated202]

♡ || Momoi took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. It had been a good idea to take a morning walk through the courtyard, especially after spending so much time indoors trying to investigate the place. The sunshine felt nice on her skin and she couldn’t help but stand in the sunlight with her eyes closed, simply taking in the nature around her. Lately, she’s been more mindful of her feelings, both emotional and physical, so that she would give her partner the least amount of trouble and it’s gotten better as she became more used to the place.

The only thing that was bothering her at the moment was the light buzzing sound that came from the electric fence surrounding the area, which slightly soiled her peaceful mood. Really, they couldn’t even give her a moment of pure serenity without even a small reminder that she was trapped here at the facility. Incredible. But while she was outside, she figured that she might as well explore the area as well. However, when she turned the corner, she hadn’t expected to find a pole pointing straight at her throat.

The sudden scare then left as quickly as it came, and she fell onto the ground in shock. Quickly trying to get her heart rate back to normal, she looked up at the stranger with teary eyes.

"W-Were you trying to kill me?? That was scary you know! Really, really scary!"

[pxndragonns]

"It was never my intention to bring you any harm, I assure you." If she had made an earnest attempt of killing the girl, there was no doubt in her mind that the newcomer would not have had much of a chance. Arturia was determined never to underestimate an opponent, and the girl before her seemed barely threatening.

But this was not a fight, and they were (most likely) not in the midst of a war. Simply an introducation, nothing more. An introduction that the King of Knights had apparently flubbed, at that.

And indeed, Arturia did feel a tad guilty for frightening the girl to tears. She laid the pole down on the ground, hoping that the action would serve as a reminder that she was not a threat to her, either. Then, the knight offered a hand to help her up.  "Again, my sincerest apologies. Perhaps I can do something for you in order to correct my mistake?" Unfortunately, there was little she could do in their current situation, but there was always a chance to offer something in return.

[xrevengeance-blog]

「 ❖ this is my room now ━ why? » because i said it is!

pxndragonns

[xrevengeance-blog]

           ━ ` ★ ⋱ »  Because it wasn’t possible for him to consume all the magical food he uncovered in the kitchen in one day, he made a decision to take them all with him and lock them up in the best possible location: his room. Pressing the food against his chest, he used his folded arms to support him and to prevent them from falling out of his hands. Dull charcoal eyes darted left and right, his face remaining expressionless as he stared down the unknown hallway. Taisou could recall the number of the room he was assigned to; but he had no idea what the number looked like since he was illiterate. Ah what the hell. This was a troublesome situation. Before he could even think of a solution to his problem, he reached a revelation that guided him to the correct path. Since he had no intentions of ever listening to the bastards who had the guts to lock him up, it meant that he shouldn’t give a damn about their ‘assigned’ rooms either.

                        In other words, he should just pick a room and make it his own.

           While his solution would sound illogical to others, his reasoning was perfectly sound in his own mind. Deciding it would be too bothersome to kick down the locked doors, he ran towards the edge of the window and threw the food in his hands upwards and on top of the roof before using his agility to jump up on the roof. After he finished stacking up the food in his arms, he stood on the edge and peered below and searched for an open window. Ah. A smirk appeared on his face when he noticed there was an open one, begging him to build his base in there. There it was. His new room. Crouching on his knees, he tossed all the food he had one by one inside the window before leaping down. His digits latched onto the roof as he gracefully soared through the aperture and landed silently onto the hardwood floor. Noticing the presence of another within his new room, an annoyed expression washed over his face.

                                   ”What the hell are you doing in my room?”

[pxndragonns]

The facility was certainly full of little surprises, that was for sure. The irate boy before her, however, took the cake.

Arturia glanced over at the boy with a raised brow, surprised but not necessarily alarmed. Although his tone and his own look of annoyance sparked the same feeling in the knight's chest, there was no need to take hasty action. He was just a child, after all. The piles of food that were scattered around him helped to diminish his potential threat. After all, hunger could certainly drive people to do strange things. Of course, Arturia would have never been one to go breaking into other rooms when prompted to by a growling stomach, but she supposed everyone was a bit different in their own ways.

Regardless, he was an intruder, and would be dealt with accordingly. Arturia rose from her bed to stand, quirking an eyebrow at him before he spoke.

❝I am afraid you are a bit confused, boy. And in desperate need of some manners, at that.❞

[pxndragonns]

Rᴜʟᴇ (,) Bʀɪᴛᴀɴɴɪᴀ «Lᴇʟᴏᴜᴄʜ»

xbsolute

With no real duty to fulfill, it was all too easy for the King of Britannia to become lost in thought. With one burden gone, another seemed to take its place. 

She thought of her kingdom often, almost excessively so. It wasn't as if such thoughts were new or unexpected, but without a Grail to obtain she found it was much more despairing to think of another potentially empty-handed return. She found it difficult to accept the fact that this time there truly didn't seem to be any significant reward to obtain during her time summoned, especially since she would soon find herself back on that damned hill once more should she be sent back. 

Of course, this train of thought only served to dredge up more unwanted memories from a vast span of battles and wars, transfixing her in the middle of the pathway leading back towards the housing area. Though she would have liked to claim she remained alert at all times, she experienced a temporary lapse. It was doubtful that any single man or woman could land an attack on her, even in such a state, but to say she wasn't quite aware of her surroundings was an understatement.

In fact, the Heroic Spirit was so lost in her own mind that she failed to notice she was blocking the path completely. One could only hope there was no need to go to or from the housing area anytime soon.

[pxndragonns]

ᴜᴡᴡᴡᴀᴇᴠᴜʜ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛᴛᴏʜ «Wᴀᴠᴇʀ»

alembroth

It had been some time since she had entered the facility, but Arturia had yet to truly explore several parts of it. The library had priority on her list, as it could possibly contain some information on either their situation or perhaps the outside world. She highly doubted either would influence her actions, but the king was willing to take any sort of advantage she could get.  The moment she entered the building, however, she found a question rather than any sort of answer. Standing by a nearby shelf was a young man, one with uncanny resemblance to...someone.

A blank stare. She knew this boy, of that she was sure. But she honestly couldn't place his face correctly. It nagged at the back of her mind, as if it was a memory best stored away. She pressed on anyways. 

"Excuse me. Do I happen to know you, young man?" Might as well get right to the point.

[pxndragonns]

She's been far too docile for far too long, and so perhaps it's some sort of ironic punishment to be forced into such a hostile situation. Arturia is hardly interested in any "prize" the wretched Groundskeeper can offer her, but she also doesn't fancy losing her life for a mere flag.

With a flick of her wrist, her specialized armor appears on her body. Gripping her wind-shrouded sword in hand, the King of Knights starts forward. She supposes this is as good a time as any to finally locate the other end of the tugging on her wrist.

[pxndragonns]

Jᴜsᴛ Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Rᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ «Dɪᴀʀᴍᴜɪᴅ»

tokenoffate

Going for a solitary stroll normally proved beneficial for the king of knights. Doing so provided her with a chance to clear her mind, though she found significantly less peace in the facility with another person's mind connected to her own. What proved to be even more distracting, however, was the familiar figure she happened upon during such a stroll.

It had been far too long since she had seen the man before her. It seemed that the facility she had been brought to was full of surprises. Under any normal circumstances, she would've been dumbfounded at his sudden reappearance. She didn't find it too odd, however, that a heroic spirit such as himself would be summoned just as she was.

"Lancer..." Though his true name hung on the edge of her tongue, the unknowns of her situation prevented her from blurting it out. She did come dangerously close to doing so in her utter surprise, however. "It's been...quite some time, hasn't it?" Again, she found another word hanging on her lips, but she couldn't quite bring herself to call him "friend". The weight of her final memory of him was far too heavy for her to ever address him in such a manner, despite the utmost respect she held for her fellow hero. It was painful, to think back on how she had failed him and to reflect on his final words to her. Perhaps this was her chance to atone for such a tragedy.

[pxndragonns]

Fɪʀsᴛ Iᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴs «Mᴏᴍᴏɪ»

bubblegumanalyst

Arturia found a strange sense of peace settling over her as her time in the facility wore on. She had yet to follow up on the strange tug linking her to the fabled "partner" the voice had spoken of, but the connection hadn't troubled her for quite some time. As long as such a pattern continued, she saw little reason to seek out the other end for the time being.

She did, however, find herself feeling a bit antsy from time to time. She was a knight first and foremost, after all. Unfortunately, she also didn't quite trust her situation enough to don full armor and swing her fabled sword around carelessly. She instead settled for wielding a thin pole she had found for short and simple sword drills. Footfalls sounded behind her not long after she began. Instinct took control, and she swung the object as she would her normal weapon. She quickly stopped short inches away from the young girl's throat, almost instantly pulling away with a flat look.

"Ah, my apologies. I hope I didn't startle you." Despite her words, her fingers flexed slightly as she lowered the pole to her side. Not the most preferable of first impressions, but she was prepared to handle any reaction the girl had to offer. Within reason, of course.

[karagu]

⊰ twinsies kings.

♔;⊰ Getting used to the life in the facility was starting to flow naturally. As weird as it still was, to wake up and go through another day without having to worry about Elimination Battles, retrieving triggers and gathering information, Nero was starting to get used to the fact this was not a war anymore, nor it was the Moon Cell. It was still strange how her body was being sustained by itself; no mana was being given to her, and she was not a Servant anymore. Going by “Saber” wasn’t needed; after all, that was just her class as a Servant, but now that she wasn’t one… She was just Nero now, but the thought of leaking out her name so easily still bothered the emperor; what if that was all a trap, and the enemy was just waiting for her to put all of her guards down?

No, there would be anything at all she would be more ashamed of. Even now, disclosing her name would be her biggest mistake. For many reasons, truly, but even if the Command Seals were gone, Hakuno’s safety was the woman’s priority. Ahh, Nero truly ought to stop worrying so much. Always bound to chronic headaches, they were never pleasing. Perhaps a good cup of tea would go well to easy her mind.

Careful and delicate steps to the kitchen, it made her at ease to see it was empty. Sometimes silence was the only thing she needed, especially when a headache threatened to come. With a nice cup of tea already done, Nero simply took her time to enjoy its wonderful taste and the silence of the kitchen. Those moments of tranquility were greatly appreciated every once in a while.

[pxndragonns]

Rather than following the unnatural tug on her wrist, however, she instead decided to take precautions. The connection was different between that of a master and servant, and for that reason she was wary. Though the facility and its strange premise seemed far too extravagant for a mage's tastes, she was unwilling to rule out the suspicion of foul play prematurely. Therefore, her immediate instinct was to build her mana.

And what better way to do so than through food?

The kitchen, being almost an entirely different place in itself, was not hard to find by any means. What was hard to find, however, was words when an appearance all too similar to her own greeted her upon entry. Arturia paused, her brow furrowing at the sight.

She raised an arm in a painfully slow manner, ready to call upon her armor and sword if needed. ❝A quite cleverly-crafted homunculus,❞ she remarked under her breath. It certainly wasn't the first time she had been faced with a near mirror image of herself. The last time such a person had appeared, however, it had spelled out her own demise. ❝You, there. Why do you take my face?❞

[pxndragonns]

while i'm working on my reply to my lesser half nero and revving up a starter for lancer, here's a plain ol' generic like for starter post. all of the starters should be up tonight, or tomorrow (considering this is a new muse for me). capping at 3, but if it fills up feel free to hmu on my twitter if you still want a thread. have at you!

[jehannee]

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